[{"id":19286816,"name":"W.R.O.H","trackName":"W.R.O.H","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":1380.101224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\nA day is a day that's smart\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[?], see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2Pac, [?]\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that [?]\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[?] so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nQue je suis, je suis tres concentre","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 1380101\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\n  A day is a day that's smart\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  [?], see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2Pac, [?]\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that [?]\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  [?] so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Que je suis, je suis tres concentre\n"},{"id":11736490,"name":"W.R.O.H","trackName":"W.R.O.H","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":768.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\nA day is a day that's smart\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[?], see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2Pac, [?]\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that [?]\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[?] so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nQue je suis, je suis tres concentre","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 768000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\n  A day is a day that's smart\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  [?], see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2Pac, [?]\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that [?]\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  [?] so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Que je suis, je suis tres concentre\n"},{"id":35972495,"name":"W.R.O.H","trackName":"W.R.O.H","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":767.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nI'll be there, everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still on Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul!)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over hope it's overstood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here! (We really out here!)\nWe really out here! (We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck on' the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my spirit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my gangster, celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's overstood\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul-Lute just, my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here! (We really out here!)\nWe really out here! (We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\nA date is a day that's marked\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that date a basehead\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say \"seize the day\" in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this would end up, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's your dumbass fault that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar b, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before raw backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan downs and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmatians?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no manners, man word\nI'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get aired here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be a peer to me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you wore Fruit of the Loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, the nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin\"\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYou're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, Blessed king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried To let it shine\nAnd I hate that we have to\nHear the lies from this little light of mine that tried\nTo let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix's old\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a thread to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the slow leak crew, I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is isn't peekaboo\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nPeep it, you put everything at stake\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, soul before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a Ken in street fight\nNice slow guidance with both sirens\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with Me Gal? I gotta Cotto split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm toto dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, crack to you\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\nYou feel it it's Felix, see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the drive\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of blanket jacking; take cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights switch, see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switch off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Bart Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2 pac dont watch the world sad come back\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that clock exchange\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be hyesterectomy, show 'em how to ball out\nCough, they can show that they're stomach so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nCes jours-ci, je suis très concentré","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 767000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  I'll be there, everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still on Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul!)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over hope it's overstood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)\n  We really out here! (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck on' the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my spirit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my gangster, celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's overstood\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul-Lute just, my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)\n  We really out here! (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n  A date is a day that's marked\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that date a basehead\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say \"seize the day\" in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this would end up, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's your dumbass fault that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar b, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before raw backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan downs and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmatians?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no manners, man word\n  I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get aired here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be a peer to me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you wore Fruit of the Loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, the nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin\"\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  You're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, Blessed king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried To let it shine\n  And I hate that we have to\n  Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried\n  To let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix's old\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a thread to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the slow leak crew, I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is isn't peekaboo\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Peep it, you put everything at stake\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, soul before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a Ken in street fight\n  Nice slow guidance with both sirens\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with Me Gal? I gotta Cotto split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm toto dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, crack to you\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  You feel it it's Felix, see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the drive\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of blanket jacking; take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights switch, see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switch off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Bart Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2 pac dont watch the world sad come back\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that clock exchange\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be hyesterectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  Cough, they can show that they're stomach so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Ces jours-ci, je suis très concentré\n"},{"id":33840693,"name":"W.R.O.H","trackName":"W.R.O.H","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":1380.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nI'll be there, everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still on Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul!)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over hope it's overstood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here! (We really out here!)\nWe really out here! (We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck on' the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my spirit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my gangster, celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's overstood\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul-Lute just, my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here! (We really out here!)\nWe really out here! (We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\nA date is a day that's marked\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that date a basehead\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say \"seize the day\" in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this would end up, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's your dumbass fault that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar b, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before raw backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan downs and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmatians?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no manners, man word\nI'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get aired here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be a peer to me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you wore Fruit of the Loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, the nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin\"\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYou're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, Blessed king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried To let it shine\nAnd I hate that we have to\nHear the lies from this little light of mine that tried\nTo let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix's old\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a thread to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the slow leak crew, I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is isn't peekaboo\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nPeep it, you put everything at stake\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, soul before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a Ken in street fight\nNice slow guidance with both sirens\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with Me Gal? I gotta Cotto split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm toto dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, crack to you\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\nYou feel it it's Felix, see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the drive\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of blanket jacking; take cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights switch, see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switch off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Bart Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2 pac dont watch the world sad come back\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that clock exchange\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be hyesterectomy, show 'em how to ball out\nCough, they can show that they're stomach so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nCes jours-ci, je suis très concentré","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 1380000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  I'll be there, everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still on Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul!)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over hope it's overstood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)\n  We really out here! (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck on' the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my spirit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my gangster, celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's overstood\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul-Lute just, my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)\n  We really out here! (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n  A date is a day that's marked\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that date a basehead\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say \"seize the day\" in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this would end up, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's your dumbass fault that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar b, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before raw backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan downs and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmatians?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no manners, man word\n  I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get aired here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be a peer to me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you wore Fruit of the Loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, the nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin\"\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  You're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, Blessed king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried To let it shine\n  And I hate that we have to\n  Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried\n  To let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix's old\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a thread to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the slow leak crew, I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is isn't peekaboo\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Peep it, you put everything at stake\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, soul before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a Ken in street fight\n  Nice slow guidance with both sirens\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with Me Gal? I gotta Cotto split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm toto dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, crack to you\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  You feel it it's Felix, see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the drive\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of blanket jacking; take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights switch, see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switch off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Bart Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2 pac dont watch the world sad come back\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that clock exchange\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be hyesterectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  Cough, they can show that they're stomach so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Ces jours-ci, je suis très concentré\n"},{"id":21072680,"name":"W.R.O.H.","trackName":"W.R.O.H.","artistName":"Ab-Soul, JMSN","albumName":"These Days...","duration":768.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\nA day is a day that's smart\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[?], see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2Pac, [?]\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that [?]\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[?] so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nQue je suis, je suis tres concentre","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H.\n  artist: Ab-Soul, JMSN\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 768000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\n  A day is a day that's smart\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  [?], see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2Pac, [?]\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that [?]\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  [?] so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Que je suis, je suis tres concentre\n"},{"id":31179096,"name":"W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)","trackName":"W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n, my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\nA date is a day that's marked\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nbackwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead today\nNo, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\nNo, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nking\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n, I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n, hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nsplit him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n, see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\n, see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\n\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\nso they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.90] All my life\n[00:11.22] All my life\n\n[00:14.70] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n[00:18.14] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n[00:21.65] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n[00:25.10] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n[00:28.65] Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n[00:32.13] Cross me like the gold you wear\n[00:34.02] Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n[00:35.81] So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n[00:39.38] TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n[00:42.66] God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n[00:46.90] Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n[00:49.57] Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n[00:53.17] After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n[00:56.82] Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n[01:00.23] Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n[01:03.62] Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n[01:07.14] I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n[01:10.58] All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n[01:13.62] I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n[01:17.05] Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n[01:21.33] I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n[01:23.90] Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n[01:27.02] Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n[01:30.62] Listen closely, see what we bout here\n[01:34.17] Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n[01:37.66] Cause we really out here!\n[01:39.37] (We really out here!)\n[01:41.21] We really out here!\n[01:42.89] (We really out here!)\n[01:44.58] We really out here!\n[01:46.54] (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n[01:52.27] Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n[01:55.77] Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n[01:59.21] No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n[02:01.66] Every beverage with Codeine in it\n[02:03.34] How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n[02:05.13] I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n[02:06.90] Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n[02:10.29] Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n[02:13.98] Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n[02:17.39] Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n[02:20.82] And I just might be in your hood\n[02:24.18] Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n[02:27.78] Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n[02:31.10] I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n[02:34.73] Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n[02:38.18] Read between the lines nigga\n[02:40.14] I did this shit legally blind nigga\n[02:41.77] Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n[02:45.45] Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n[02:47.99] Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n[02:51.28] Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n[02:54.55] Listen closely, see what we bout here\n[02:58.03] Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n[03:01.48] Cause we really out here!\n[03:03.44] (We really out here!)\n[03:05.20] We really out here!\n[03:07.28] (We really out here!)\n[03:09.60] We really out here!\n[03:11.23] (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n[03:16.44] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:19.44] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:22.87] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:26.27] All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n[03:45.54] These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n[04:13.27] \n[04:55.70] Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n[04:57.13] Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n[05:02.62] I'm dating you Day\n[05:07.01] Wait, wait, pause\n[05:10.81] No gay shit\n[05:11.93] What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n[05:16.93] A date is a day that's marked\n[05:20.29] I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n[05:25.45] I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n[05:31.84] I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n[05:39.08] My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n[05:46.49] Is he dope? No\n[05:50.48] Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n[05:55.12] Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n[05:58.89] The baseball is what we do best\n[06:01.32] Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n[06:09.04] I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n[06:14.40] I will never see the light of day again\n[06:18.53] Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n[06:26.12] I gotta eat on the go Day\n[06:29.52] I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n[06:34.68] Don't go a long way, what?\n[06:37.77] A ho in Chipotle, no\n[06:38.72] This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n[06:42.44] We been nuts\n[06:44.52] There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n[06:47.72] But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n[06:52.05] That's light in a box\n[06:53.99] And that's light, that's light\n[06:58.16] But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n[07:01.64] That's what y'all call street?\n[07:03.95] No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n[07:07.52] Seems he forgot what the C meant\n[07:09.60] It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n[07:16.43] But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n[07:21.40] I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n[07:26.88] In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n[07:36.36] And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n[07:46.87] Now, as for the crew\n[07:50.73] Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n[07:56.20] And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n[07:59.92] It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n[08:03.49] And I'm a fan first\n[08:05.92] But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n[08:10.51] You deserve this disservice\n[08:12.92] I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n[08:19.27] I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n[08:23.97] I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n[08:26.76] So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n[08:30.72] They can't see you\n[08:32.52] Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n[08:35.84] And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n[08:40.72] You should kneel to me or somethin'\n[08:42.60] Fuck it, to keep it 100\n[08:43.40] You're nil to me, that's nothing\n[08:45.08] Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n[08:51.35] That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n[08:55.68] So your chances of standin'\n[08:58.83] Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n[09:08.51] Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n[09:11.12] Shed some light on Day?\n[09:13.52] 'Til he's cropped out\n[09:15.89] No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n[09:19.51] The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n[09:23.76] You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n[09:27.87] You're counterfeit\n[09:28.96] You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n[09:32.45] To see quill drug over the counter\n[09:35.28] After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n[09:40.40] After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n[09:44.92] Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n[09:49.68] Or just another fruit in this room?\n[09:51.80] It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n[09:56.11] I should be against the law to run into\n[09:58.95] Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n[10:02.71] Today is the day I split Day in two\n[10:07.20] What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n[10:10.44] Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n[10:17.36] Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n[10:20.64] If so, you were wrong\n[10:23.99] Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n[10:27.92] Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n[10:32.32] Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n[10:40.91] If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n[10:45.39] If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n[10:49.28] So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n[10:53.48] Like, he nerve of this cat\n[10:55.47] Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n[10:56.71] This nigga Day all bitch\n[11:01.35] Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n[11:04.39] Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n[11:06.35] It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n[11:11.67] Did you really expect to last, Day?\n[11:15.39] You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n[11:19.04] I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n[11:23.76] You got Gats?\n[11:25.13] You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n[11:29.20] Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n[11:31.91] If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n[11:35.19] Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n[11:38.24] Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n[11:43.00] That's why I'm ahead today\n[11:45.48] No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n[11:50.03] No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n[11:54.82] Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n[11:57.54] Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n[12:01.90] It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n[12:06.10] I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n[12:08.79] I see I should have used the lighter instead\n[12:11.91] Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n[12:14.99] We need the fire instead\n[12:16.66] When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n[12:20.26] Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n[12:25.10] See where I'm goin'?\n[12:26.11] That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n[12:29.67] When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n[12:33.87] But you know what?\n[12:34.87] (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n[12:40.91] Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n[12:47.90] Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n[13:04.06] These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n[13:08.31] Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n[13:08.94] You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n[13:14.91] All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n[13:18.18] Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n[13:23.78] Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n[13:28.62] You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n[13:32.38] Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n[13:39.27] But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n[13:48.30] You get it, Lyt?\n[13:50.34] That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n[13:56.58] (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n[13:59.71] You got that for me?)\n[14:06.06] Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n[14:32.16] Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n[14:37.73] It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n[14:40.35] I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n[14:44.60] No, no, no\n[14:48.56] Face it, I got it covered\n[14:50.16] Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n[14:52.60] The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n[14:55.91] They come up with this perfectly clean round\n[14:59.04] But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n[15:01.77] Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n[15:04.61] But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n[15:07.48] I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n[15:13.32] And even the odds some\n[15:14.83] He thought he could least get a baby victory\n[15:17.20] But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n[15:19.68] Check this out, he not ready\n[15:28.40] Either you fight back or I ether you\n[15:31.17] Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n[15:34.44] Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n[15:39.19] Well done, this is beef, right?\n[15:44.92] Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n[15:48.64] I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n[15:52.20] Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n[15:53.88] You still couldn't see Lyt\n[15:57.16] Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n[16:01.88] Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n[16:04.80] We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n[16:09.56] But it's useless, use less filler\n[16:15.59] Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n[16:18.07] These asscheek niggas dead\n[16:20.43] You said you would fry Day previously\n[16:22.81] But that's what the last week nigga said\n[16:25.47] But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n[16:30.97] Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n[16:35.48] He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n[16:39.79] But I tell them tails we never tuck\n[16:46.16] We gon' line that ass up\n[16:48.81] I from the Watts block for decision\n[16:50.72] My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n[16:53.80] We played hopscotch for a livin'\n[16:55.84] But that's def, that's just plain old def\n[17:02.24] It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n[17:05.64] Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n[17:09.32] This a Soulo [?], hold up\n[17:10.83] Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n[17:13.51] Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n[17:16.83] No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n[17:19.24] The deal closed, SoHo is it\n[17:21.56] Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n[17:27.60] Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n[17:33.55] I'm total dissin'\n[17:35.51] But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n[17:41.87] As I release bars, they better bail\n[17:44.72] Objects that I process is parallel\n[17:47.07] Let's get this aligned\n[17:48.84] Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n[17:52.55] Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n[17:55.51] Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n[17:58.64] See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n[18:01.27] Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n[18:03.64] Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n[18:05.00] That's why I reign superior\n[18:07.84] Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n[18:13.35] These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n[18:16.88] You did say you would fry Day\n[18:19.23] But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n[18:22.07] Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n[18:23.44] You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n[18:26.43] I tell 'em I got the foreign\n[18:33.39] Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n[18:35.88] Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n[18:38.77] Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n[18:44.27] I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n[18:47.92] I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[18:50.68] , see what the old cat could do\n[18:53.20] But you got the roots stirred up\n[18:56.32] Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n[19:01.24] Based on whether you got the dry\n[19:02.72] Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n[19:04.67] Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n[19:06.12] I still got a break, brother\n[19:07.16] When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n[19:08.16] Take cover\n[19:09.35] That's Lyt work, Soul\n[19:10.72] Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n[19:15.39] I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n[19:22.28] Somebody get this nigga help\n[19:24.80] I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n[19:27.16] Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n[19:30.11] I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n[19:38.08] (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n[19:47.27] Should I finish him off?\n[19:48.72] Use the mask, Day\n[19:58.11] I ain't done)\n[20:01.88] And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n[20:31.51] And I gotta give 'em the skill\n[20:37.87] I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n[20:42.16] New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n[20:45.95] For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n[20:49.00] Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n[20:52.88] You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n[20:56.55] Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n[21:00.15] Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n[21:03.44] Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n[21:06.87] Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n[21:09.92] Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n[21:12.68] 44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n[21:15.24] Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n[21:18.03] We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n[21:20.95] They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n[21:24.08] That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n[21:27.87] Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n[21:32.83] They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n[21:39.40] That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n[21:42.39] We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n[21:44.95] Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n[21:46.95] Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n[21:50.15] Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n[21:52.67] I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n[21:59.91] They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n[22:02.91] But you got it, you got it bad\n[22:05.47] 2Pac, [?]\n[22:06.48] Two watches, that's pocket change\n[22:07.84] Dude coppin' that [?]\n[22:10.16] Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n[22:11.88] Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[22:13.87] so they fall out\n[22:17.04] Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n[22:20.23] And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n[22:23.44] My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n[22:25.96] Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n[22:28.31] Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n[22:30.60] Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n[22:34.19] Wow, that's a million\n[22:36.91] I'm done\n[22:41.31]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: All my life\n  start_ms: 6900\n  end_ms: 11220\n- text: All my life\n  start_ms: 11220\n  end_ms: 14700\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  start_ms: 14700\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 21650\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  start_ms: 21650\n  end_ms: 25100\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n  start_ms: 25100\n  end_ms: 28650\n- text: Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  start_ms: 28650\n  end_ms: 32130\n- text: Cross me like the gold you wear\n  start_ms: 32130\n  end_ms: 34020\n- text: Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  start_ms: 34020\n  end_ms: 35810\n- text: So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  start_ms: 35810\n  end_ms: 39380\n- text: TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  start_ms: 39380\n  end_ms: 42660\n- text: God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  start_ms: 42660\n  end_ms: 46900\n- text: Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  start_ms: 46900\n  end_ms: 49570\n- text: Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  start_ms: 49570\n  end_ms: 53170\n- text: After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  start_ms: 53170\n  end_ms: 56820\n- text: Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  start_ms: 56820\n  end_ms: 60230\n- text: Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  start_ms: 60230\n  end_ms: 63620\n- text: Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  start_ms: 63620\n  end_ms: 67140\n- text: I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  start_ms: 67140\n  end_ms: 70580\n- text: All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  start_ms: 70580\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 77050\n- text: Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  start_ms: 77050\n  end_ms: 81330\n- text: I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n  start_ms: 81330\n  end_ms: 83900\n- text: Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  start_ms: 83900\n  end_ms: 87020\n- text: Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  start_ms: 87020\n  end_ms: 90620\n- text: Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  start_ms: 90620\n  end_ms: 94170\n- text: Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  start_ms: 94170\n  end_ms: 97660\n- text: Cause we really out here!\n  start_ms: 97660\n  end_ms: 99370\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 99370\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102890\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 102890\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 106540\n- text: (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n  start_ms: 106540\n  end_ms: 112270\n- text: Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  start_ms: 112270\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 119210\n- text: No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  start_ms: 119210\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 123340\n- text: How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  start_ms: 123340\n  end_ms: 125130\n- text: I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  start_ms: 125130\n  end_ms: 126900\n- text: Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  start_ms: 126900\n  end_ms: 130290\n- text: Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  start_ms: 130290\n  end_ms: 133980\n- text: Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  start_ms: 133980\n  end_ms: 137390\n- text: Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  start_ms: 137390\n  end_ms: 140820\n- text: And I just might be in your hood\n  start_ms: 140820\n  end_ms: 144180\n- text: Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  start_ms: 144180\n  end_ms: 147780\n- text: Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  start_ms: 147780\n  end_ms: 151100\n- text: I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  start_ms: 151100\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: Read between the lines nigga\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 160140\n- text: I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  start_ms: 160140\n  end_ms: 161770\n- text: Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  start_ms: 161770\n  end_ms: 165450\n- text: Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n  start_ms: 165450\n  end_ms: 167990\n- text: Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  start_ms: 167990\n  end_ms: 171280\n- text: Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  start_ms: 171280\n  end_ms: 174550\n- text: Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  start_ms: 174550\n  end_ms: 178030\n- text: Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  start_ms: 178030\n  end_ms: 181480\n- text: Cause we really out here!\n  start_ms: 181480\n  end_ms: 183440\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 183440\n  end_ms: 185200\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 185200\n  end_ms: 187280\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 187280\n  end_ms: 189600\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 189600\n  end_ms: 191230\n- text: (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n  start_ms: 191230\n  end_ms: 196440\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 196440\n  end_ms: 199440\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 199440\n  end_ms: 202870\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 202870\n  end_ms: 206270\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 206270\n  end_ms: 225540\n- text: These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n  start_ms: 225540\n  end_ms: 253270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253270\n  end_ms: 295700\n- text: Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  start_ms: 295700\n  end_ms: 297130\n- text: Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  start_ms: 297130\n  end_ms: 302620\n- text: I'm dating you Day\n  start_ms: 302620\n  end_ms: 307010\n- text: Wait, wait, pause\n  start_ms: 307010\n  end_ms: 310810\n- text: No gay shit\n  start_ms: 310810\n  end_ms: 311930\n- text: What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n  start_ms: 311930\n  end_ms: 316930\n- text: A date is a day that's marked\n  start_ms: 316930\n  end_ms: 320290\n- text: I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  start_ms: 320290\n  end_ms: 325450\n- text: I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  start_ms: 325450\n  end_ms: 331840\n- text: I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  start_ms: 331840\n  end_ms: 339080\n- text: My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  start_ms: 339080\n  end_ms: 346490\n- text: Is he dope? No\n  start_ms: 346490\n  end_ms: 350480\n- text: Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  start_ms: 350480\n  end_ms: 355120\n- text: Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  start_ms: 355120\n  end_ms: 358890\n- text: The baseball is what we do best\n  start_ms: 358890\n  end_ms: 361320\n- text: Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  start_ms: 361320\n  end_ms: 369040\n- text: I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  start_ms: 369040\n  end_ms: 374400\n- text: I will never see the light of day again\n  start_ms: 374400\n  end_ms: 378530\n- text: Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  start_ms: 378530\n  end_ms: 386120\n- text: I gotta eat on the go Day\n  start_ms: 386120\n  end_ms: 389520\n- text: I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  start_ms: 389520\n  end_ms: 394680\n- text: Don't go a long way, what?\n  start_ms: 394680\n  end_ms: 397770\n- text: A ho in Chipotle, no\n  start_ms: 397770\n  end_ms: 398720\n- text: This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  start_ms: 398720\n  end_ms: 402440\n- text: We been nuts\n  start_ms: 402440\n  end_ms: 404520\n- text: There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  start_ms: 404520\n  end_ms: 407720\n- text: But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  start_ms: 407720\n  end_ms: 412050\n- text: That's light in a box\n  start_ms: 412050\n  end_ms: 413990\n- text: And that's light, that's light\n  start_ms: 413990\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421640\n- text: That's what y'all call street?\n  start_ms: 421640\n  end_ms: 423950\n- text: No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  start_ms: 423950\n  end_ms: 427520\n- text: Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  start_ms: 427520\n  end_ms: 429600\n- text: It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  start_ms: 429600\n  end_ms: 436430\n- text: But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  start_ms: 436430\n  end_ms: 441400\n- text: I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  start_ms: 441400\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 456360\n- text: And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  start_ms: 456360\n  end_ms: 466870\n- text: Now, as for the crew\n  start_ms: 466870\n  end_ms: 470730\n- text: Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  start_ms: 470730\n  end_ms: 476200\n- text: And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  start_ms: 476200\n  end_ms: 479920\n- text: It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  start_ms: 479920\n  end_ms: 483490\n- text: And I'm a fan first\n  start_ms: 483490\n  end_ms: 485920\n- text: But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  start_ms: 485920\n  end_ms: 490510\n- text: You deserve this disservice\n  start_ms: 490510\n  end_ms: 492920\n- text: I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  start_ms: 492920\n  end_ms: 499270\n- text: I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  start_ms: 499270\n  end_ms: 503970\n- text: I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  start_ms: 503970\n  end_ms: 506760\n- text: So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  start_ms: 506760\n  end_ms: 510720\n- text: They can't see you\n  start_ms: 510720\n  end_ms: 512520\n- text: Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  start_ms: 512520\n  end_ms: 515840\n- text: And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  start_ms: 515840\n  end_ms: 520720\n- text: You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  start_ms: 520720\n  end_ms: 522600\n- text: Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  start_ms: 522600\n  end_ms: 523400\n- text: You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  start_ms: 523400\n  end_ms: 525080\n- text: Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  start_ms: 525080\n  end_ms: 531350\n- text: That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  start_ms: 531350\n  end_ms: 535680\n- text: So your chances of standin'\n  start_ms: 535680\n  end_ms: 538830\n- text: Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  start_ms: 538830\n  end_ms: 548510\n- text: Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  start_ms: 548510\n  end_ms: 551120\n- text: Shed some light on Day?\n  start_ms: 551120\n  end_ms: 553520\n- text: '''Til he''s cropped out'\n  start_ms: 553520\n  end_ms: 555890\n- text: No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  start_ms: 555890\n  end_ms: 559510\n- text: The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  start_ms: 559510\n  end_ms: 563760\n- text: You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  start_ms: 563760\n  end_ms: 567870\n- text: You're counterfeit\n  start_ms: 567870\n  end_ms: 568960\n- text: You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  start_ms: 568960\n  end_ms: 572450\n- text: To see quill drug over the counter\n  start_ms: 572450\n  end_ms: 575280\n- text: After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  start_ms: 575280\n  end_ms: 580400\n- text: After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  start_ms: 580400\n  end_ms: 584920\n- text: Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  start_ms: 584920\n  end_ms: 589680\n- text: Or just another fruit in this room?\n  start_ms: 589680\n  end_ms: 591800\n- text: It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  start_ms: 591800\n  end_ms: 596110\n- text: I should be against the law to run into\n  start_ms: 596110\n  end_ms: 598950\n- text: Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  start_ms: 598950\n  end_ms: 602710\n- text: Today is the day I split Day in two\n  start_ms: 602710\n  end_ms: 607200\n- text: What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  start_ms: 607200\n  end_ms: 610440\n- text: Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  start_ms: 610440\n  end_ms: 617360\n- text: Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  start_ms: 617360\n  end_ms: 620640\n- text: If so, you were wrong\n  start_ms: 620640\n  end_ms: 623990\n- text: Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  start_ms: 623990\n  end_ms: 627920\n- text: Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  start_ms: 627920\n  end_ms: 632320\n- text: Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  start_ms: 632320\n  end_ms: 640910\n- text: If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  start_ms: 640910\n  end_ms: 645390\n- text: If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  start_ms: 645390\n  end_ms: 649280\n- text: So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  start_ms: 649280\n  end_ms: 653480\n- text: Like, he nerve of this cat\n  start_ms: 653480\n  end_ms: 655470\n- text: Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  start_ms: 655470\n  end_ms: 656710\n- text: This nigga Day all bitch\n  start_ms: 656710\n  end_ms: 661350\n- text: Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  start_ms: 661350\n  end_ms: 664390\n- text: Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  start_ms: 664390\n  end_ms: 666350\n- text: It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  start_ms: 666350\n  end_ms: 671670\n- text: Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  start_ms: 671670\n  end_ms: 675390\n- text: You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  start_ms: 675390\n  end_ms: 679040\n- text: I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  start_ms: 679040\n  end_ms: 683760\n- text: You got Gats?\n  start_ms: 683760\n  end_ms: 685130\n- text: You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  start_ms: 685130\n  end_ms: 689200\n- text: Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  start_ms: 689200\n  end_ms: 691910\n- text: If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  start_ms: 691910\n  end_ms: 695190\n- text: Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  start_ms: 695190\n  end_ms: 698240\n- text: Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  start_ms: 698240\n  end_ms: 703000\n- text: That's why I'm ahead today\n  start_ms: 703000\n  end_ms: 705480\n- text: No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n  start_ms: 705480\n  end_ms: 710030\n- text: No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  start_ms: 710030\n  end_ms: 714820\n- text: Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  start_ms: 714820\n  end_ms: 717540\n- text: Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  start_ms: 717540\n  end_ms: 721900\n- text: It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  start_ms: 721900\n  end_ms: 726100\n- text: I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  start_ms: 726100\n  end_ms: 728790\n- text: I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  start_ms: 728790\n  end_ms: 731910\n- text: Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  start_ms: 731910\n  end_ms: 734990\n- text: We need the fire instead\n  start_ms: 734990\n  end_ms: 736660\n- text: When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  start_ms: 736660\n  end_ms: 740260\n- text: Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  start_ms: 740260\n  end_ms: 745100\n- text: See where I'm goin'?\n  start_ms: 745100\n  end_ms: 746110\n- text: That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  start_ms: 746110\n  end_ms: 749670\n- text: When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  start_ms: 749670\n  end_ms: 753870\n- text: But you know what?\n  start_ms: 753870\n  end_ms: 754870\n- text: (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  start_ms: 754870\n  end_ms: 760910\n- text: Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  start_ms: 760910\n  end_ms: 767900\n- text: Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  start_ms: 767900\n  end_ms: 784060\n- text: These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  start_ms: 784060\n  end_ms: 788310\n- text: Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  start_ms: 788310\n  end_ms: 788940\n- text: You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  start_ms: 788940\n  end_ms: 794910\n- text: All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  start_ms: 794910\n  end_ms: 798180\n- text: Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  start_ms: 798180\n  end_ms: 803780\n- text: Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  start_ms: 803780\n  end_ms: 808620\n- text: You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  start_ms: 808620\n  end_ms: 812380\n- text: Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  start_ms: 812380\n  end_ms: 819270\n- text: But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  start_ms: 819270\n  end_ms: 828300\n- text: You get it, Lyt?\n  start_ms: 828300\n  end_ms: 830340\n- text: That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  start_ms: 830340\n  end_ms: 836580\n- text: (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  start_ms: 836580\n  end_ms: 839710\n- text: You got that for me?)\n  start_ms: 839710\n  end_ms: 846060\n- text: Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n  start_ms: 846060\n  end_ms: 872160\n- text: Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  start_ms: 872160\n  end_ms: 877730\n- text: It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  start_ms: 877730\n  end_ms: 880350\n- text: I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  start_ms: 880350\n  end_ms: 884600\n- text: No, no, no\n  start_ms: 884600\n  end_ms: 888560\n- text: Face it, I got it covered\n  start_ms: 888560\n  end_ms: 890160\n- text: Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  start_ms: 890160\n  end_ms: 892600\n- text: The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  start_ms: 892600\n  end_ms: 895910\n- text: They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  start_ms: 895910\n  end_ms: 899040\n- text: But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  start_ms: 899040\n  end_ms: 901770\n- text: Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  start_ms: 901770\n  end_ms: 904610\n- text: But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  start_ms: 904610\n  end_ms: 907480\n- text: I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  start_ms: 907480\n  end_ms: 913320\n- text: And even the odds some\n  start_ms: 913320\n  end_ms: 914830\n- text: He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  start_ms: 914830\n  end_ms: 917200\n- text: But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  start_ms: 917200\n  end_ms: 919680\n- text: Check this out, he not ready\n  start_ms: 919680\n  end_ms: 928400\n- text: Either you fight back or I ether you\n  start_ms: 928400\n  end_ms: 931170\n- text: Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  start_ms: 931170\n  end_ms: 934440\n- text: Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  start_ms: 934440\n  end_ms: 939190\n- text: Well done, this is beef, right?\n  start_ms: 939190\n  end_ms: 944920\n- text: Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  start_ms: 944920\n  end_ms: 948640\n- text: I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  start_ms: 948640\n  end_ms: 952200\n- text: Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  start_ms: 952200\n  end_ms: 953880\n- text: You still couldn't see Lyt\n  start_ms: 953880\n  end_ms: 957160\n- text: Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  start_ms: 957160\n  end_ms: 961880\n- text: Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  start_ms: 961880\n  end_ms: 964800\n- text: We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  start_ms: 964800\n  end_ms: 969560\n- text: But it's useless, use less filler\n  start_ms: 969560\n  end_ms: 975590\n- text: Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  start_ms: 975590\n  end_ms: 978070\n- text: These asscheek niggas dead\n  start_ms: 978070\n  end_ms: 980430\n- text: You said you would fry Day previously\n  start_ms: 980430\n  end_ms: 982810\n- text: But that's what the last week nigga said\n  start_ms: 982810\n  end_ms: 985470\n- text: But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  start_ms: 985470\n  end_ms: 990970\n- text: Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  start_ms: 990970\n  end_ms: 995480\n- text: He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  start_ms: 995480\n  end_ms: 999790\n- text: But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  start_ms: 999790\n  end_ms: 1006160\n- text: We gon' line that ass up\n  start_ms: 1006160\n  end_ms: 1008810\n- text: I from the Watts block for decision\n  start_ms: 1008810\n  end_ms: 1010720\n- text: My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  start_ms: 1010720\n  end_ms: 1013800\n- text: We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  start_ms: 1013800\n  end_ms: 1015840\n- text: But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  start_ms: 1015840\n  end_ms: 1022240\n- text: It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  start_ms: 1022240\n  end_ms: 1025640\n- text: Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  start_ms: 1025640\n  end_ms: 1029320\n- text: This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  start_ms: 1029320\n  end_ms: 1030830\n- text: Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  start_ms: 1030830\n  end_ms: 1033510\n- text: Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  start_ms: 1033510\n  end_ms: 1036830\n- text: No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  start_ms: 1036830\n  end_ms: 1039240\n- text: The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  start_ms: 1039240\n  end_ms: 1041560\n- text: Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  start_ms: 1041560\n  end_ms: 1047600\n- text: Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  start_ms: 1047600\n  end_ms: 1053550\n- text: I'm total dissin'\n  start_ms: 1053550\n  end_ms: 1055510\n- text: But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  start_ms: 1055510\n  end_ms: 1061870\n- text: As I release bars, they better bail\n  start_ms: 1061870\n  end_ms: 1064720\n- text: Objects that I process is parallel\n  start_ms: 1064720\n  end_ms: 1067070\n- text: Let's get this aligned\n  start_ms: 1067070\n  end_ms: 1068840\n- text: Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  start_ms: 1068840\n  end_ms: 1072550\n- text: Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  start_ms: 1072550\n  end_ms: 1075510\n- text: Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  start_ms: 1075510\n  end_ms: 1078640\n- text: See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  start_ms: 1078640\n  end_ms: 1081270\n- text: Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  start_ms: 1081270\n  end_ms: 1083640\n- text: Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  start_ms: 1083640\n  end_ms: 1085000\n- text: That's why I reign superior\n  start_ms: 1085000\n  end_ms: 1087840\n- text: Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  start_ms: 1087840\n  end_ms: 1093350\n- text: These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  start_ms: 1093350\n  end_ms: 1096880\n- text: You did say you would fry Day\n  start_ms: 1096880\n  end_ms: 1099230\n- text: But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  start_ms: 1099230\n  end_ms: 1102070\n- text: Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  start_ms: 1102070\n  end_ms: 1103440\n- text: You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  start_ms: 1103440\n  end_ms: 1106430\n- text: I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  start_ms: 1106430\n  end_ms: 1113390\n- text: Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  start_ms: 1113390\n  end_ms: 1115880\n- text: Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  start_ms: 1115880\n  end_ms: 1118770\n- text: Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  start_ms: 1118770\n  end_ms: 1124270\n- text: I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  start_ms: 1124270\n  end_ms: 1127920\n- text: I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  start_ms: 1127920\n  end_ms: 1130680\n- text: ', see what the old cat could do'\n  start_ms: 1130680\n  end_ms: 1133200\n- text: But you got the roots stirred up\n  start_ms: 1133200\n  end_ms: 1136320\n- text: Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  start_ms: 1136320\n  end_ms: 1141240\n- text: Based on whether you got the dry\n  start_ms: 1141240\n  end_ms: 1142720\n- text: Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  start_ms: 1142720\n  end_ms: 1144670\n- text: Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  start_ms: 1144670\n  end_ms: 1146120\n- text: I still got a break, brother\n  start_ms: 1146120\n  end_ms: 1147160\n- text: When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  start_ms: 1147160\n  end_ms: 1148160\n- text: Take cover\n  start_ms: 1148160\n  end_ms: 1149350\n- text: That's Lyt work, Soul\n  start_ms: 1149350\n  end_ms: 1150720\n- text: Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  start_ms: 1150720\n  end_ms: 1155390\n- text: I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  start_ms: 1155390\n  end_ms: 1162280\n- text: Somebody get this nigga help\n  start_ms: 1162280\n  end_ms: 1164800\n- text: I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  start_ms: 1164800\n  end_ms: 1167160\n- text: Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  start_ms: 1167160\n  end_ms: 1170110\n- text: I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  start_ms: 1170110\n  end_ms: 1178080\n- text: (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  start_ms: 1178080\n  end_ms: 1187270\n- text: Should I finish him off?\n  start_ms: 1187270\n  end_ms: 1188720\n- text: Use the mask, Day\n  start_ms: 1188720\n  end_ms: 1198110\n- text: I ain't done)\n  start_ms: 1198110\n  end_ms: 1201880\n- text: And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  start_ms: 1201880\n  end_ms: 1231510\n- text: And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  start_ms: 1231510\n  end_ms: 1237870\n- text: I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  start_ms: 1237870\n  end_ms: 1242160\n- text: New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  start_ms: 1242160\n  end_ms: 1245950\n- text: For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  start_ms: 1245950\n  end_ms: 1249000\n- text: Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  start_ms: 1249000\n  end_ms: 1252880\n- text: You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  start_ms: 1252880\n  end_ms: 1256550\n- text: Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  start_ms: 1256550\n  end_ms: 1260150\n- text: Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  start_ms: 1260150\n  end_ms: 1263440\n- text: Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  start_ms: 1263440\n  end_ms: 1266870\n- text: Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  start_ms: 1266870\n  end_ms: 1269920\n- text: Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  start_ms: 1269920\n  end_ms: 1272680\n- text: 44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  start_ms: 1272680\n  end_ms: 1275240\n- text: Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  start_ms: 1275240\n  end_ms: 1278030\n- text: We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  start_ms: 1278030\n  end_ms: 1280950\n- text: They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  start_ms: 1280950\n  end_ms: 1284080\n- text: That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  start_ms: 1284080\n  end_ms: 1287870\n- text: Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  start_ms: 1287870\n  end_ms: 1292830\n- text: They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  start_ms: 1292830\n  end_ms: 1299400\n- text: That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  start_ms: 1299400\n  end_ms: 1302390\n- text: We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  start_ms: 1302390\n  end_ms: 1304950\n- text: Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  start_ms: 1304950\n  end_ms: 1306950\n- text: Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  start_ms: 1306950\n  end_ms: 1310150\n- text: Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  start_ms: 1310150\n  end_ms: 1312670\n- text: I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  start_ms: 1312670\n  end_ms: 1319910\n- text: They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  start_ms: 1319910\n  end_ms: 1322910\n- text: But you got it, you got it bad\n  start_ms: 1322910\n  end_ms: 1325470\n- text: 2Pac, [?]\n  start_ms: 1325470\n  end_ms: 1326480\n- text: Two watches, that's pocket change\n  start_ms: 1326480\n  end_ms: 1327840\n- text: Dude coppin' that [?]\n  start_ms: 1327840\n  end_ms: 1330160\n- text: Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  start_ms: 1330160\n  end_ms: 1331880\n- text: Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  start_ms: 1331880\n  end_ms: 1333870\n- text: so they fall out\n  start_ms: 1333870\n  end_ms: 1337040\n- text: Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  start_ms: 1337040\n  end_ms: 1340230\n- text: And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  start_ms: 1340230\n  end_ms: 1343440\n- text: My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  start_ms: 1343440\n  end_ms: 1345960\n- text: Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  start_ms: 1345960\n  end_ms: 1348310\n- text: Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  start_ms: 1348310\n  end_ms: 1350600\n- text: Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  start_ms: 1350600\n  end_ms: 1354190\n- text: Wow, that's a million\n  start_ms: 1354190\n  end_ms: 1356910\n- text: I'm done\n  start_ms: 1356910\n  end_ms: 1361310\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 1361310\nplain: |\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  , my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n  A date is a day that's marked\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead today\n  No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n  No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  , I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  , hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  , see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  , see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n"},{"id":21204804,"name":"W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)","trackName":"W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":1380.054785,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n, my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\nA date is a day that's marked\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nbackwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead today\nNo, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\nNo, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nking\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n, I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n, hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nsplit him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n, see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\n, see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\n\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\nso they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.90] All my life\n[00:11.22] All my life\n\n[00:14.70] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n[00:18.14] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n[00:21.65] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n[00:25.10] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n[00:28.65] Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n[00:32.13] Cross me like the gold you wear\n[00:34.02] Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n[00:35.81] So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n[00:39.38] TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n[00:42.66] God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n[00:46.90] Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n[00:49.57] Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n[00:53.17] After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n[00:56.82] Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n[01:00.23] Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n[01:03.62] Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n[01:07.14] I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n[01:10.58] All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n[01:13.62] I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n[01:17.05] Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n[01:21.33] I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n[01:23.90] Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n[01:27.02] Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n[01:30.62] Listen closely, see what we bout here\n[01:34.17] Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n[01:37.66] Cause we really out here!\n[01:39.37] (We really out here!)\n[01:41.21] We really out here!\n[01:42.89] (We really out here!)\n[01:44.58] We really out here!\n[01:46.54] (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n[01:52.27] Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n[01:55.77] Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n[01:59.21] No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n[02:01.66] Every beverage with Codeine in it\n[02:03.34] How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n[02:05.13] I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n[02:06.90] Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n[02:10.29] Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n[02:13.98] Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n[02:17.39] Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n[02:20.82] And I just might be in your hood\n[02:24.18] Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n[02:27.78] Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n[02:31.10] I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n[02:34.73] Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n[02:38.18] Read between the lines nigga\n[02:40.14] I did this shit legally blind nigga\n[02:41.77] Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n[02:45.45] Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n[02:47.99] Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n[02:51.28] Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n[02:54.55] Listen closely, see what we bout here\n[02:58.03] Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n[03:01.48] Cause we really out here!\n[03:03.44] (We really out here!)\n[03:05.20] We really out here!\n[03:07.28] (We really out here!)\n[03:09.60] We really out here!\n[03:11.23] (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n[03:16.44] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:19.44] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:22.87] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:26.27] All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n[03:45.54] These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n[04:13.27] \n[04:55.70] Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n[04:57.13] Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n[05:02.62] I'm dating you Day\n[05:07.01] Wait, wait, pause\n[05:10.81] No gay shit\n[05:11.93] What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n[05:16.93] A date is a day that's marked\n[05:20.29] I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n[05:25.45] I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n[05:31.84] I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n[05:39.08] My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n[05:46.49] Is he dope? No\n[05:50.48] Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n[05:55.12] Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n[05:58.89] The baseball is what we do best\n[06:01.32] Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n[06:09.04] I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n[06:14.40] I will never see the light of day again\n[06:18.53] Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n[06:26.12] I gotta eat on the go Day\n[06:29.52] I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n[06:34.68] Don't go a long way, what?\n[06:37.77] A ho in Chipotle, no\n[06:38.72] This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n[06:42.44] We been nuts\n[06:44.52] There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n[06:47.72] But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n[06:52.05] That's light in a box\n[06:53.99] And that's light, that's light\n[06:58.16] But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n[07:01.64] That's what y'all call street?\n[07:03.95] No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n[07:07.52] Seems he forgot what the C meant\n[07:09.60] It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n[07:16.43] But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n[07:21.40] I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n[07:26.88] In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n[07:36.36] And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n[07:46.87] Now, as for the crew\n[07:50.73] Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n[07:56.20] And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n[07:59.92] It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n[08:03.49] And I'm a fan first\n[08:05.92] But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n[08:10.51] You deserve this disservice\n[08:12.92] I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n[08:19.27] I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n[08:23.97] I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n[08:26.76] So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n[08:30.72] They can't see you\n[08:32.52] Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n[08:35.84] And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n[08:40.72] You should kneel to me or somethin'\n[08:42.60] Fuck it, to keep it 100\n[08:43.40] You're nil to me, that's nothing\n[08:45.08] Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n[08:51.35] That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n[08:55.68] So your chances of standin'\n[08:58.83] Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n[09:08.51] Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n[09:11.12] Shed some light on Day?\n[09:13.52] 'Til he's cropped out\n[09:15.89] No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n[09:19.51] The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n[09:23.76] You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n[09:27.87] You're counterfeit\n[09:28.96] You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n[09:32.45] To see quill drug over the counter\n[09:35.28] After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n[09:40.40] After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n[09:44.92] Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n[09:49.68] Or just another fruit in this room?\n[09:51.80] It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n[09:56.11] I should be against the law to run into\n[09:58.95] Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n[10:02.71] Today is the day I split Day in two\n[10:07.20] What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n[10:10.44] Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n[10:17.36] Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n[10:20.64] If so, you were wrong\n[10:23.99] Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n[10:27.92] Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n[10:32.32] Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n[10:40.91] If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n[10:45.39] If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n[10:49.28] So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n[10:53.48] Like, he nerve of this cat\n[10:55.47] Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n[10:56.71] This nigga Day all bitch\n[11:01.35] Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n[11:04.39] Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n[11:06.35] It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n[11:11.67] Did you really expect to last, Day?\n[11:15.39] You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n[11:19.04] I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n[11:23.76] You got Gats?\n[11:25.13] You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n[11:29.20] Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n[11:31.91] If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n[11:35.19] Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n[11:38.24] Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n[11:43.00] That's why I'm ahead today\n[11:45.48] No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n[11:50.03] No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n[11:54.82] Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n[11:57.54] Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n[12:01.90] It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n[12:06.10] I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n[12:08.79] I see I should have used the lighter instead\n[12:11.91] Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n[12:14.99] We need the fire instead\n[12:16.66] When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n[12:20.26] Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n[12:25.10] See where I'm goin'?\n[12:26.11] That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n[12:29.67] When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n[12:33.87] But you know what?\n[12:34.87] (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n[12:40.91] Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n[12:47.90] Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n[13:04.06] These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n[13:08.31] Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n[13:08.94] You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n[13:14.91] All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n[13:18.18] Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n[13:23.78] Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n[13:28.62] You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n[13:32.38] Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n[13:39.27] But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n[13:48.30] You get it, Lyt?\n[13:50.34] That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n[13:56.58] (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n[13:59.71] You got that for me?)\n[14:06.06] Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n[14:32.16] Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n[14:37.73] It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n[14:40.35] I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n[14:44.60] No, no, no\n[14:48.56] Face it, I got it covered\n[14:50.16] Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n[14:52.60] The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n[14:55.91] They come up with this perfectly clean round\n[14:59.04] But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n[15:01.77] Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n[15:04.61] But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n[15:07.48] I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n[15:13.32] And even the odds some\n[15:14.83] He thought he could least get a baby victory\n[15:17.20] But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n[15:19.68] Check this out, he not ready\n[15:28.40] Either you fight back or I ether you\n[15:31.17] Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n[15:34.44] Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n[15:39.19] Well done, this is beef, right?\n[15:44.92] Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n[15:48.64] I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n[15:52.20] Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n[15:53.88] You still couldn't see Lyt\n[15:57.16] Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n[16:01.88] Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n[16:04.80] We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n[16:09.56] But it's useless, use less filler\n[16:15.59] Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n[16:18.07] These asscheek niggas dead\n[16:20.43] You said you would fry Day previously\n[16:22.81] But that's what the last week nigga said\n[16:25.47] But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n[16:30.97] Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n[16:35.48] He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n[16:39.79] But I tell them tails we never tuck\n[16:46.16] We gon' line that ass up\n[16:48.81] I from the Watts block for decision\n[16:50.72] My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n[16:53.80] We played hopscotch for a livin'\n[16:55.84] But that's def, that's just plain old def\n[17:02.24] It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n[17:05.64] Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n[17:09.32] This a Soulo [?], hold up\n[17:10.83] Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n[17:13.51] Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n[17:16.83] No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n[17:19.24] The deal closed, SoHo is it\n[17:21.56] Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n[17:27.60] Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n[17:33.55] I'm total dissin'\n[17:35.51] But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n[17:41.87] As I release bars, they better bail\n[17:44.72] Objects that I process is parallel\n[17:47.07] Let's get this aligned\n[17:48.84] Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n[17:52.55] Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n[17:55.51] Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n[17:58.64] See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n[18:01.27] Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n[18:03.64] Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n[18:05.00] That's why I reign superior\n[18:07.84] Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n[18:13.35] These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n[18:16.88] You did say you would fry Day\n[18:19.23] But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n[18:22.07] Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n[18:23.44] You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n[18:26.43] I tell 'em I got the foreign\n[18:33.39] Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n[18:35.88] Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n[18:38.77] Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n[18:44.27] I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n[18:47.92] I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[18:50.68] , see what the old cat could do\n[18:53.20] But you got the roots stirred up\n[18:56.32] Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n[19:01.24] Based on whether you got the dry\n[19:02.72] Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n[19:04.67] Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n[19:06.12] I still got a break, brother\n[19:07.16] When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n[19:08.16] Take cover\n[19:09.35] That's Lyt work, Soul\n[19:10.72] Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n[19:15.39] I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n[19:22.28] Somebody get this nigga help\n[19:24.80] I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n[19:27.16] Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n[19:30.11] I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n[19:38.08] (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n[19:47.27] Should I finish him off?\n[19:48.72] Use the mask, Day\n[19:58.11] I ain't done)\n[20:01.88] And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n[20:31.51] And I gotta give 'em the skill\n[20:37.87] I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n[20:42.16] New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n[20:45.95] For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n[20:49.00] Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n[20:52.88] You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n[20:56.55] Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n[21:00.15] Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n[21:03.44] Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n[21:06.87] Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n[21:09.92] Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n[21:12.68] 44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n[21:15.24] Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n[21:18.03] We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n[21:20.95] They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n[21:24.08] That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n[21:27.87] Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n[21:32.83] They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n[21:39.40] That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n[21:42.39] We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n[21:44.95] Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n[21:46.95] Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n[21:50.15] Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n[21:52.67] I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n[21:59.91] They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n[22:02.91] But you got it, you got it bad\n[22:05.47] 2Pac, [?]\n[22:06.48] Two watches, that's pocket change\n[22:07.84] Dude coppin' that [?]\n[22:10.16] Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n[22:11.88] Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[22:13.87] so they fall out\n[22:17.04] Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n[22:20.23] And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n[22:23.44] My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n[22:25.96] Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n[22:28.31] Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n[22:30.60] Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n[22:34.19] Wow, that's a million\n[22:36.91] I'm done\n[22:41.31]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 1380055\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: All my life\n  start_ms: 6900\n  end_ms: 11220\n- text: All my life\n  start_ms: 11220\n  end_ms: 14700\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  start_ms: 14700\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 21650\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  start_ms: 21650\n  end_ms: 25100\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n  start_ms: 25100\n  end_ms: 28650\n- text: Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  start_ms: 28650\n  end_ms: 32130\n- text: Cross me like the gold you wear\n  start_ms: 32130\n  end_ms: 34020\n- text: Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  start_ms: 34020\n  end_ms: 35810\n- text: So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  start_ms: 35810\n  end_ms: 39380\n- text: TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  start_ms: 39380\n  end_ms: 42660\n- text: God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  start_ms: 42660\n  end_ms: 46900\n- text: Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  start_ms: 46900\n  end_ms: 49570\n- text: Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  start_ms: 49570\n  end_ms: 53170\n- text: After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  start_ms: 53170\n  end_ms: 56820\n- text: Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  start_ms: 56820\n  end_ms: 60230\n- text: Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  start_ms: 60230\n  end_ms: 63620\n- text: Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  start_ms: 63620\n  end_ms: 67140\n- text: I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  start_ms: 67140\n  end_ms: 70580\n- text: All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  start_ms: 70580\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 77050\n- text: Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  start_ms: 77050\n  end_ms: 81330\n- text: I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n  start_ms: 81330\n  end_ms: 83900\n- text: Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  start_ms: 83900\n  end_ms: 87020\n- text: Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  start_ms: 87020\n  end_ms: 90620\n- text: Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  start_ms: 90620\n  end_ms: 94170\n- text: Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  start_ms: 94170\n  end_ms: 97660\n- text: Cause we really out here!\n  start_ms: 97660\n  end_ms: 99370\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 99370\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102890\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 102890\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 106540\n- text: (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n  start_ms: 106540\n  end_ms: 112270\n- text: Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  start_ms: 112270\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 119210\n- text: No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  start_ms: 119210\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 123340\n- text: How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  start_ms: 123340\n  end_ms: 125130\n- text: I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  start_ms: 125130\n  end_ms: 126900\n- text: Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  start_ms: 126900\n  end_ms: 130290\n- text: Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  start_ms: 130290\n  end_ms: 133980\n- text: Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  start_ms: 133980\n  end_ms: 137390\n- text: Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  start_ms: 137390\n  end_ms: 140820\n- text: And I just might be in your hood\n  start_ms: 140820\n  end_ms: 144180\n- text: Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  start_ms: 144180\n  end_ms: 147780\n- text: Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  start_ms: 147780\n  end_ms: 151100\n- text: I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  start_ms: 151100\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: Read between the lines nigga\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 160140\n- text: I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  start_ms: 160140\n  end_ms: 161770\n- text: Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  start_ms: 161770\n  end_ms: 165450\n- text: Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n  start_ms: 165450\n  end_ms: 167990\n- text: Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  start_ms: 167990\n  end_ms: 171280\n- text: Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  start_ms: 171280\n  end_ms: 174550\n- text: Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  start_ms: 174550\n  end_ms: 178030\n- text: Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  start_ms: 178030\n  end_ms: 181480\n- text: Cause we really out here!\n  start_ms: 181480\n  end_ms: 183440\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 183440\n  end_ms: 185200\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 185200\n  end_ms: 187280\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 187280\n  end_ms: 189600\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 189600\n  end_ms: 191230\n- text: (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n  start_ms: 191230\n  end_ms: 196440\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 196440\n  end_ms: 199440\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 199440\n  end_ms: 202870\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 202870\n  end_ms: 206270\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 206270\n  end_ms: 225540\n- text: These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n  start_ms: 225540\n  end_ms: 253270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253270\n  end_ms: 295700\n- text: Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  start_ms: 295700\n  end_ms: 297130\n- text: Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  start_ms: 297130\n  end_ms: 302620\n- text: I'm dating you Day\n  start_ms: 302620\n  end_ms: 307010\n- text: Wait, wait, pause\n  start_ms: 307010\n  end_ms: 310810\n- text: No gay shit\n  start_ms: 310810\n  end_ms: 311930\n- text: What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n  start_ms: 311930\n  end_ms: 316930\n- text: A date is a day that's marked\n  start_ms: 316930\n  end_ms: 320290\n- text: I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  start_ms: 320290\n  end_ms: 325450\n- text: I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  start_ms: 325450\n  end_ms: 331840\n- text: I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  start_ms: 331840\n  end_ms: 339080\n- text: My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  start_ms: 339080\n  end_ms: 346490\n- text: Is he dope? No\n  start_ms: 346490\n  end_ms: 350480\n- text: Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  start_ms: 350480\n  end_ms: 355120\n- text: Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  start_ms: 355120\n  end_ms: 358890\n- text: The baseball is what we do best\n  start_ms: 358890\n  end_ms: 361320\n- text: Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  start_ms: 361320\n  end_ms: 369040\n- text: I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  start_ms: 369040\n  end_ms: 374400\n- text: I will never see the light of day again\n  start_ms: 374400\n  end_ms: 378530\n- text: Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  start_ms: 378530\n  end_ms: 386120\n- text: I gotta eat on the go Day\n  start_ms: 386120\n  end_ms: 389520\n- text: I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  start_ms: 389520\n  end_ms: 394680\n- text: Don't go a long way, what?\n  start_ms: 394680\n  end_ms: 397770\n- text: A ho in Chipotle, no\n  start_ms: 397770\n  end_ms: 398720\n- text: This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  start_ms: 398720\n  end_ms: 402440\n- text: We been nuts\n  start_ms: 402440\n  end_ms: 404520\n- text: There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  start_ms: 404520\n  end_ms: 407720\n- text: But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  start_ms: 407720\n  end_ms: 412050\n- text: That's light in a box\n  start_ms: 412050\n  end_ms: 413990\n- text: And that's light, that's light\n  start_ms: 413990\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421640\n- text: That's what y'all call street?\n  start_ms: 421640\n  end_ms: 423950\n- text: No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  start_ms: 423950\n  end_ms: 427520\n- text: Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  start_ms: 427520\n  end_ms: 429600\n- text: It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  start_ms: 429600\n  end_ms: 436430\n- text: But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  start_ms: 436430\n  end_ms: 441400\n- text: I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  start_ms: 441400\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 456360\n- text: And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  start_ms: 456360\n  end_ms: 466870\n- text: Now, as for the crew\n  start_ms: 466870\n  end_ms: 470730\n- text: Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  start_ms: 470730\n  end_ms: 476200\n- text: And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  start_ms: 476200\n  end_ms: 479920\n- text: It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  start_ms: 479920\n  end_ms: 483490\n- text: And I'm a fan first\n  start_ms: 483490\n  end_ms: 485920\n- text: But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  start_ms: 485920\n  end_ms: 490510\n- text: You deserve this disservice\n  start_ms: 490510\n  end_ms: 492920\n- text: I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  start_ms: 492920\n  end_ms: 499270\n- text: I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  start_ms: 499270\n  end_ms: 503970\n- text: I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  start_ms: 503970\n  end_ms: 506760\n- text: So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  start_ms: 506760\n  end_ms: 510720\n- text: They can't see you\n  start_ms: 510720\n  end_ms: 512520\n- text: Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  start_ms: 512520\n  end_ms: 515840\n- text: And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  start_ms: 515840\n  end_ms: 520720\n- text: You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  start_ms: 520720\n  end_ms: 522600\n- text: Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  start_ms: 522600\n  end_ms: 523400\n- text: You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  start_ms: 523400\n  end_ms: 525080\n- text: Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  start_ms: 525080\n  end_ms: 531350\n- text: That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  start_ms: 531350\n  end_ms: 535680\n- text: So your chances of standin'\n  start_ms: 535680\n  end_ms: 538830\n- text: Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  start_ms: 538830\n  end_ms: 548510\n- text: Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  start_ms: 548510\n  end_ms: 551120\n- text: Shed some light on Day?\n  start_ms: 551120\n  end_ms: 553520\n- text: '''Til he''s cropped out'\n  start_ms: 553520\n  end_ms: 555890\n- text: No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  start_ms: 555890\n  end_ms: 559510\n- text: The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  start_ms: 559510\n  end_ms: 563760\n- text: You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  start_ms: 563760\n  end_ms: 567870\n- text: You're counterfeit\n  start_ms: 567870\n  end_ms: 568960\n- text: You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  start_ms: 568960\n  end_ms: 572450\n- text: To see quill drug over the counter\n  start_ms: 572450\n  end_ms: 575280\n- text: After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  start_ms: 575280\n  end_ms: 580400\n- text: After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  start_ms: 580400\n  end_ms: 584920\n- text: Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  start_ms: 584920\n  end_ms: 589680\n- text: Or just another fruit in this room?\n  start_ms: 589680\n  end_ms: 591800\n- text: It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  start_ms: 591800\n  end_ms: 596110\n- text: I should be against the law to run into\n  start_ms: 596110\n  end_ms: 598950\n- text: Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  start_ms: 598950\n  end_ms: 602710\n- text: Today is the day I split Day in two\n  start_ms: 602710\n  end_ms: 607200\n- text: What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  start_ms: 607200\n  end_ms: 610440\n- text: Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  start_ms: 610440\n  end_ms: 617360\n- text: Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  start_ms: 617360\n  end_ms: 620640\n- text: If so, you were wrong\n  start_ms: 620640\n  end_ms: 623990\n- text: Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  start_ms: 623990\n  end_ms: 627920\n- text: Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  start_ms: 627920\n  end_ms: 632320\n- text: Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  start_ms: 632320\n  end_ms: 640910\n- text: If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  start_ms: 640910\n  end_ms: 645390\n- text: If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  start_ms: 645390\n  end_ms: 649280\n- text: So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  start_ms: 649280\n  end_ms: 653480\n- text: Like, he nerve of this cat\n  start_ms: 653480\n  end_ms: 655470\n- text: Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  start_ms: 655470\n  end_ms: 656710\n- text: This nigga Day all bitch\n  start_ms: 656710\n  end_ms: 661350\n- text: Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  start_ms: 661350\n  end_ms: 664390\n- text: Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  start_ms: 664390\n  end_ms: 666350\n- text: It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  start_ms: 666350\n  end_ms: 671670\n- text: Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  start_ms: 671670\n  end_ms: 675390\n- text: You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  start_ms: 675390\n  end_ms: 679040\n- text: I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  start_ms: 679040\n  end_ms: 683760\n- text: You got Gats?\n  start_ms: 683760\n  end_ms: 685130\n- text: You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  start_ms: 685130\n  end_ms: 689200\n- text: Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  start_ms: 689200\n  end_ms: 691910\n- text: If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  start_ms: 691910\n  end_ms: 695190\n- text: Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  start_ms: 695190\n  end_ms: 698240\n- text: Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  start_ms: 698240\n  end_ms: 703000\n- text: That's why I'm ahead today\n  start_ms: 703000\n  end_ms: 705480\n- text: No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n  start_ms: 705480\n  end_ms: 710030\n- text: No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  start_ms: 710030\n  end_ms: 714820\n- text: Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  start_ms: 714820\n  end_ms: 717540\n- text: Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  start_ms: 717540\n  end_ms: 721900\n- text: It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  start_ms: 721900\n  end_ms: 726100\n- text: I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  start_ms: 726100\n  end_ms: 728790\n- text: I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  start_ms: 728790\n  end_ms: 731910\n- text: Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  start_ms: 731910\n  end_ms: 734990\n- text: We need the fire instead\n  start_ms: 734990\n  end_ms: 736660\n- text: When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  start_ms: 736660\n  end_ms: 740260\n- text: Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  start_ms: 740260\n  end_ms: 745100\n- text: See where I'm goin'?\n  start_ms: 745100\n  end_ms: 746110\n- text: That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  start_ms: 746110\n  end_ms: 749670\n- text: When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  start_ms: 749670\n  end_ms: 753870\n- text: But you know what?\n  start_ms: 753870\n  end_ms: 754870\n- text: (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  start_ms: 754870\n  end_ms: 760910\n- text: Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  start_ms: 760910\n  end_ms: 767900\n- text: Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  start_ms: 767900\n  end_ms: 784060\n- text: These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  start_ms: 784060\n  end_ms: 788310\n- text: Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  start_ms: 788310\n  end_ms: 788940\n- text: You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  start_ms: 788940\n  end_ms: 794910\n- text: All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  start_ms: 794910\n  end_ms: 798180\n- text: Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  start_ms: 798180\n  end_ms: 803780\n- text: Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  start_ms: 803780\n  end_ms: 808620\n- text: You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  start_ms: 808620\n  end_ms: 812380\n- text: Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  start_ms: 812380\n  end_ms: 819270\n- text: But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  start_ms: 819270\n  end_ms: 828300\n- text: You get it, Lyt?\n  start_ms: 828300\n  end_ms: 830340\n- text: That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  start_ms: 830340\n  end_ms: 836580\n- text: (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  start_ms: 836580\n  end_ms: 839710\n- text: You got that for me?)\n  start_ms: 839710\n  end_ms: 846060\n- text: Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n  start_ms: 846060\n  end_ms: 872160\n- text: Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  start_ms: 872160\n  end_ms: 877730\n- text: It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  start_ms: 877730\n  end_ms: 880350\n- text: I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  start_ms: 880350\n  end_ms: 884600\n- text: No, no, no\n  start_ms: 884600\n  end_ms: 888560\n- text: Face it, I got it covered\n  start_ms: 888560\n  end_ms: 890160\n- text: Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  start_ms: 890160\n  end_ms: 892600\n- text: The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  start_ms: 892600\n  end_ms: 895910\n- text: They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  start_ms: 895910\n  end_ms: 899040\n- text: But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  start_ms: 899040\n  end_ms: 901770\n- text: Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  start_ms: 901770\n  end_ms: 904610\n- text: But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  start_ms: 904610\n  end_ms: 907480\n- text: I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  start_ms: 907480\n  end_ms: 913320\n- text: And even the odds some\n  start_ms: 913320\n  end_ms: 914830\n- text: He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  start_ms: 914830\n  end_ms: 917200\n- text: But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  start_ms: 917200\n  end_ms: 919680\n- text: Check this out, he not ready\n  start_ms: 919680\n  end_ms: 928400\n- text: Either you fight back or I ether you\n  start_ms: 928400\n  end_ms: 931170\n- text: Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  start_ms: 931170\n  end_ms: 934440\n- text: Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  start_ms: 934440\n  end_ms: 939190\n- text: Well done, this is beef, right?\n  start_ms: 939190\n  end_ms: 944920\n- text: Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  start_ms: 944920\n  end_ms: 948640\n- text: I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  start_ms: 948640\n  end_ms: 952200\n- text: Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  start_ms: 952200\n  end_ms: 953880\n- text: You still couldn't see Lyt\n  start_ms: 953880\n  end_ms: 957160\n- text: Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  start_ms: 957160\n  end_ms: 961880\n- text: Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  start_ms: 961880\n  end_ms: 964800\n- text: We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  start_ms: 964800\n  end_ms: 969560\n- text: But it's useless, use less filler\n  start_ms: 969560\n  end_ms: 975590\n- text: Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  start_ms: 975590\n  end_ms: 978070\n- text: These asscheek niggas dead\n  start_ms: 978070\n  end_ms: 980430\n- text: You said you would fry Day previously\n  start_ms: 980430\n  end_ms: 982810\n- text: But that's what the last week nigga said\n  start_ms: 982810\n  end_ms: 985470\n- text: But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  start_ms: 985470\n  end_ms: 990970\n- text: Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  start_ms: 990970\n  end_ms: 995480\n- text: He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  start_ms: 995480\n  end_ms: 999790\n- text: But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  start_ms: 999790\n  end_ms: 1006160\n- text: We gon' line that ass up\n  start_ms: 1006160\n  end_ms: 1008810\n- text: I from the Watts block for decision\n  start_ms: 1008810\n  end_ms: 1010720\n- text: My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  start_ms: 1010720\n  end_ms: 1013800\n- text: We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  start_ms: 1013800\n  end_ms: 1015840\n- text: But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  start_ms: 1015840\n  end_ms: 1022240\n- text: It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  start_ms: 1022240\n  end_ms: 1025640\n- text: Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  start_ms: 1025640\n  end_ms: 1029320\n- text: This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  start_ms: 1029320\n  end_ms: 1030830\n- text: Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  start_ms: 1030830\n  end_ms: 1033510\n- text: Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  start_ms: 1033510\n  end_ms: 1036830\n- text: No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  start_ms: 1036830\n  end_ms: 1039240\n- text: The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  start_ms: 1039240\n  end_ms: 1041560\n- text: Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  start_ms: 1041560\n  end_ms: 1047600\n- text: Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  start_ms: 1047600\n  end_ms: 1053550\n- text: I'm total dissin'\n  start_ms: 1053550\n  end_ms: 1055510\n- text: But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  start_ms: 1055510\n  end_ms: 1061870\n- text: As I release bars, they better bail\n  start_ms: 1061870\n  end_ms: 1064720\n- text: Objects that I process is parallel\n  start_ms: 1064720\n  end_ms: 1067070\n- text: Let's get this aligned\n  start_ms: 1067070\n  end_ms: 1068840\n- text: Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  start_ms: 1068840\n  end_ms: 1072550\n- text: Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  start_ms: 1072550\n  end_ms: 1075510\n- text: Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  start_ms: 1075510\n  end_ms: 1078640\n- text: See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  start_ms: 1078640\n  end_ms: 1081270\n- text: Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  start_ms: 1081270\n  end_ms: 1083640\n- text: Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  start_ms: 1083640\n  end_ms: 1085000\n- text: That's why I reign superior\n  start_ms: 1085000\n  end_ms: 1087840\n- text: Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  start_ms: 1087840\n  end_ms: 1093350\n- text: These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  start_ms: 1093350\n  end_ms: 1096880\n- text: You did say you would fry Day\n  start_ms: 1096880\n  end_ms: 1099230\n- text: But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  start_ms: 1099230\n  end_ms: 1102070\n- text: Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  start_ms: 1102070\n  end_ms: 1103440\n- text: You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  start_ms: 1103440\n  end_ms: 1106430\n- text: I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  start_ms: 1106430\n  end_ms: 1113390\n- text: Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  start_ms: 1113390\n  end_ms: 1115880\n- text: Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  start_ms: 1115880\n  end_ms: 1118770\n- text: Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  start_ms: 1118770\n  end_ms: 1124270\n- text: I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  start_ms: 1124270\n  end_ms: 1127920\n- text: I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  start_ms: 1127920\n  end_ms: 1130680\n- text: ', see what the old cat could do'\n  start_ms: 1130680\n  end_ms: 1133200\n- text: But you got the roots stirred up\n  start_ms: 1133200\n  end_ms: 1136320\n- text: Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  start_ms: 1136320\n  end_ms: 1141240\n- text: Based on whether you got the dry\n  start_ms: 1141240\n  end_ms: 1142720\n- text: Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  start_ms: 1142720\n  end_ms: 1144670\n- text: Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  start_ms: 1144670\n  end_ms: 1146120\n- text: I still got a break, brother\n  start_ms: 1146120\n  end_ms: 1147160\n- text: When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  start_ms: 1147160\n  end_ms: 1148160\n- text: Take cover\n  start_ms: 1148160\n  end_ms: 1149350\n- text: That's Lyt work, Soul\n  start_ms: 1149350\n  end_ms: 1150720\n- text: Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  start_ms: 1150720\n  end_ms: 1155390\n- text: I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  start_ms: 1155390\n  end_ms: 1162280\n- text: Somebody get this nigga help\n  start_ms: 1162280\n  end_ms: 1164800\n- text: I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  start_ms: 1164800\n  end_ms: 1167160\n- text: Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  start_ms: 1167160\n  end_ms: 1170110\n- text: I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  start_ms: 1170110\n  end_ms: 1178080\n- text: (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  start_ms: 1178080\n  end_ms: 1187270\n- text: Should I finish him off?\n  start_ms: 1187270\n  end_ms: 1188720\n- text: Use the mask, Day\n  start_ms: 1188720\n  end_ms: 1198110\n- text: I ain't done)\n  start_ms: 1198110\n  end_ms: 1201880\n- text: And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  start_ms: 1201880\n  end_ms: 1231510\n- text: And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  start_ms: 1231510\n  end_ms: 1237870\n- text: I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  start_ms: 1237870\n  end_ms: 1242160\n- text: New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  start_ms: 1242160\n  end_ms: 1245950\n- text: For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  start_ms: 1245950\n  end_ms: 1249000\n- text: Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  start_ms: 1249000\n  end_ms: 1252880\n- text: You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  start_ms: 1252880\n  end_ms: 1256550\n- text: Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  start_ms: 1256550\n  end_ms: 1260150\n- text: Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  start_ms: 1260150\n  end_ms: 1263440\n- text: Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  start_ms: 1263440\n  end_ms: 1266870\n- text: Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  start_ms: 1266870\n  end_ms: 1269920\n- text: Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  start_ms: 1269920\n  end_ms: 1272680\n- text: 44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  start_ms: 1272680\n  end_ms: 1275240\n- text: Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  start_ms: 1275240\n  end_ms: 1278030\n- text: We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  start_ms: 1278030\n  end_ms: 1280950\n- text: They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  start_ms: 1280950\n  end_ms: 1284080\n- text: That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  start_ms: 1284080\n  end_ms: 1287870\n- text: Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  start_ms: 1287870\n  end_ms: 1292830\n- text: They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  start_ms: 1292830\n  end_ms: 1299400\n- text: That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  start_ms: 1299400\n  end_ms: 1302390\n- text: We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  start_ms: 1302390\n  end_ms: 1304950\n- text: Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  start_ms: 1304950\n  end_ms: 1306950\n- text: Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  start_ms: 1306950\n  end_ms: 1310150\n- text: Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  start_ms: 1310150\n  end_ms: 1312670\n- text: I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  start_ms: 1312670\n  end_ms: 1319910\n- text: They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  start_ms: 1319910\n  end_ms: 1322910\n- text: But you got it, you got it bad\n  start_ms: 1322910\n  end_ms: 1325470\n- text: 2Pac, [?]\n  start_ms: 1325470\n  end_ms: 1326480\n- text: Two watches, that's pocket change\n  start_ms: 1326480\n  end_ms: 1327840\n- text: Dude coppin' that [?]\n  start_ms: 1327840\n  end_ms: 1330160\n- text: Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  start_ms: 1330160\n  end_ms: 1331880\n- text: Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  start_ms: 1331880\n  end_ms: 1333870\n- text: so they fall out\n  start_ms: 1333870\n  end_ms: 1337040\n- text: Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  start_ms: 1337040\n  end_ms: 1340230\n- text: And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  start_ms: 1340230\n  end_ms: 1343440\n- text: My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  start_ms: 1343440\n  end_ms: 1345960\n- text: Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  start_ms: 1345960\n  end_ms: 1348310\n- text: Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  start_ms: 1348310\n  end_ms: 1350600\n- text: Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  start_ms: 1350600\n  end_ms: 1354190\n- text: Wow, that's a million\n  start_ms: 1354190\n  end_ms: 1356910\n- text: I'm done\n  start_ms: 1356910\n  end_ms: 1361310\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 1361310\nplain: |\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  , my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n  A date is a day that's marked\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead today\n  No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n  No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  , I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  , hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  , see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  , see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n"},{"id":13101155,"name":"W.R.O.H. (Feat. JMSN)","trackName":"W.R.O.H. (Feat. JMSN)","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":767.977075,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\nA day is a day that's smart\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[?], see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2Pac, [?]\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that [?]\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[?] so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nQue je suis, je suis tres concentre","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H. (Feat. JMSN)\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 767977\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\n  A day is a day that's smart\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  [?], see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2Pac, [?]\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that [?]\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  [?] so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Que je suis, je suis tres concentre\n"},{"id":27643157,"name":"W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)","trackName":"W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":1377.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n, my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\nA date is a day that's marked\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nbackwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead today\nNo, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\nNo, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nking\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n, I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n, hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nsplit him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n, see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\n, see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\n\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\nso they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.90] All my life\n[00:11.22] All my life\n\n[00:14.70] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n[00:18.14] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n[00:21.65] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n[00:25.10] I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n[00:28.65] Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n[00:32.13] Cross me like the gold you wear\n[00:34.02] Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n[00:35.81] So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n[00:39.38] TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n[00:42.66] God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n[00:46.90] Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n[00:49.57] Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n[00:53.17] After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n[00:56.82] Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n[01:00.23] Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n[01:03.62] Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n[01:07.14] I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n[01:10.58] All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n[01:13.62] I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n[01:17.05] Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n[01:21.33] I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n[01:23.90] Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n[01:27.02] Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n[01:30.62] Listen closely, see what we bout here\n[01:34.17] Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n[01:37.66] Cause we really out here!\n[01:39.37] (We really out here!)\n[01:41.21] We really out here!\n[01:42.89] (We really out here!)\n[01:44.58] We really out here!\n[01:46.54] (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n[01:52.27] Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n[01:55.77] Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n[01:59.21] No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n[02:01.66] Every beverage with Codeine in it\n[02:03.34] How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n[02:05.13] I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n[02:06.90] Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n[02:10.29] Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n[02:13.98] Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n[02:17.39] Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n[02:20.82] And I just might be in your hood\n[02:24.18] Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n[02:27.78] Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n[02:31.10] I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n[02:34.73] Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n[02:38.18] Read between the lines nigga\n[02:40.14] I did this shit legally blind nigga\n[02:41.77] Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n[02:45.45] Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n[02:47.99] Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n[02:51.28] Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n[02:54.55] Listen closely, see what we bout here\n[02:58.03] Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n[03:01.48] Cause we really out here!\n[03:03.44] (We really out here!)\n[03:05.20] We really out here!\n[03:07.28] (We really out here!)\n[03:09.60] We really out here!\n[03:11.23] (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n[03:16.44] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:19.44] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:22.87] All my life, all my life, all my life\n[03:26.27] All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n[03:45.54] These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n[04:13.27] \n[04:55.70] Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n[04:57.13] Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n[05:02.62] I'm dating you Day\n[05:07.01] Wait, wait, pause\n[05:10.81] No gay shit\n[05:11.93] What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n[05:16.93] A date is a day that's marked\n[05:20.29] I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n[05:25.45] I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n[05:31.84] I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n[05:39.08] My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n[05:46.49] Is he dope? No\n[05:50.48] Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n[05:55.12] Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n[05:58.89] The baseball is what we do best\n[06:01.32] Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n[06:09.04] I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n[06:14.40] I will never see the light of day again\n[06:18.53] Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n[06:26.12] I gotta eat on the go Day\n[06:29.52] I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n[06:34.68] Don't go a long way, what?\n[06:37.77] A ho in Chipotle, no\n[06:38.72] This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n[06:42.44] We been nuts\n[06:44.52] There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n[06:47.72] But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n[06:52.05] That's light in a box\n[06:53.99] And that's light, that's light\n[06:58.16] But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n[07:01.64] That's what y'all call street?\n[07:03.95] No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n[07:07.52] Seems he forgot what the C meant\n[07:09.60] It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n[07:16.43] But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n[07:21.40] I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n[07:26.88] In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n[07:36.36] And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n[07:46.87] Now, as for the crew\n[07:50.73] Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n[07:56.20] And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n[07:59.92] It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n[08:03.49] And I'm a fan first\n[08:05.92] But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n[08:10.51] You deserve this disservice\n[08:12.92] I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n[08:19.27] I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n[08:23.97] I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n[08:26.76] So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n[08:30.72] They can't see you\n[08:32.52] Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n[08:35.84] And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n[08:40.72] You should kneel to me or somethin'\n[08:42.60] Fuck it, to keep it 100\n[08:43.40] You're nil to me, that's nothing\n[08:45.08] Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n[08:51.35] That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n[08:55.68] So your chances of standin'\n[08:58.83] Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n[09:08.51] Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n[09:11.12] Shed some light on Day?\n[09:13.52] 'Til he's cropped out\n[09:15.89] No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n[09:19.51] The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n[09:23.76] You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n[09:27.87] You're counterfeit\n[09:28.96] You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n[09:32.45] To see quill drug over the counter\n[09:35.28] After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n[09:40.40] After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n[09:44.92] Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n[09:49.68] Or just another fruit in this room?\n[09:51.80] It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n[09:56.11] I should be against the law to run into\n[09:58.95] Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n[10:02.71] Today is the day I split Day in two\n[10:07.20] What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n[10:10.44] Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n[10:17.36] Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n[10:20.64] If so, you were wrong\n[10:23.99] Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n[10:27.92] Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n[10:32.32] Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n[10:40.91] If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n[10:45.39] If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n[10:49.28] So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n[10:53.48] Like, he nerve of this cat\n[10:55.47] Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n[10:56.71] This nigga Day all bitch\n[11:01.35] Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n[11:04.39] Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n[11:06.35] It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n[11:11.67] Did you really expect to last, Day?\n[11:15.39] You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n[11:19.04] I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n[11:23.76] You got Gats?\n[11:25.13] You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n[11:29.20] Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n[11:31.91] If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n[11:35.19] Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n[11:38.24] Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n[11:43.00] That's why I'm ahead today\n[11:45.48] No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n[11:50.03] No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n[11:54.82] Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n[11:57.54] Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n[12:01.90] It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n[12:06.10] I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n[12:08.79] I see I should have used the lighter instead\n[12:11.91] Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n[12:14.99] We need the fire instead\n[12:16.66] When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n[12:20.26] Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n[12:25.10] See where I'm goin'?\n[12:26.11] That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n[12:29.67] When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n[12:33.87] But you know what?\n[12:34.87] (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n[12:40.91] Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n[12:47.90] Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n[13:04.06] These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n[13:08.31] Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n[13:08.94] You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n[13:14.91] All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n[13:18.18] Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n[13:23.78] Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n[13:28.62] You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n[13:32.38] Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n[13:39.27] But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n[13:48.30] You get it, Lyt?\n[13:50.34] That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n[13:56.58] (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n[13:59.71] You got that for me?)\n[14:06.06] Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n[14:32.16] Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n[14:37.73] It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n[14:40.35] I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n[14:44.60] No, no, no\n[14:48.56] Face it, I got it covered\n[14:50.16] Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n[14:52.60] The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n[14:55.91] They come up with this perfectly clean round\n[14:59.04] But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n[15:01.77] Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n[15:04.61] But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n[15:07.48] I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n[15:13.32] And even the odds some\n[15:14.83] He thought he could least get a baby victory\n[15:17.20] But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n[15:19.68] Check this out, he not ready\n[15:28.40] Either you fight back or I ether you\n[15:31.17] Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n[15:34.44] Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n[15:39.19] Well done, this is beef, right?\n[15:44.92] Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n[15:48.64] I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n[15:52.20] Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n[15:53.88] You still couldn't see Lyt\n[15:57.16] Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n[16:01.88] Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n[16:04.80] We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n[16:09.56] But it's useless, use less filler\n[16:15.59] Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n[16:18.07] These asscheek niggas dead\n[16:20.43] You said you would fry Day previously\n[16:22.81] But that's what the last week nigga said\n[16:25.47] But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n[16:30.97] Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n[16:35.48] He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n[16:39.79] But I tell them tails we never tuck\n[16:46.16] We gon' line that ass up\n[16:48.81] I from the Watts block for decision\n[16:50.72] My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n[16:53.80] We played hopscotch for a livin'\n[16:55.84] But that's def, that's just plain old def\n[17:02.24] It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n[17:05.64] Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n[17:09.32] This a Soulo [?], hold up\n[17:10.83] Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n[17:13.51] Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n[17:16.83] No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n[17:19.24] The deal closed, SoHo is it\n[17:21.56] Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n[17:27.60] Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n[17:33.55] I'm total dissin'\n[17:35.51] But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n[17:41.87] As I release bars, they better bail\n[17:44.72] Objects that I process is parallel\n[17:47.07] Let's get this aligned\n[17:48.84] Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n[17:52.55] Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n[17:55.51] Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n[17:58.64] See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n[18:01.27] Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n[18:03.64] Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n[18:05.00] That's why I reign superior\n[18:07.84] Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n[18:13.35] These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n[18:16.88] You did say you would fry Day\n[18:19.23] But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n[18:22.07] Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n[18:23.44] You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n[18:26.43] I tell 'em I got the foreign\n[18:33.39] Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n[18:35.88] Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n[18:38.77] Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n[18:44.27] I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n[18:47.92] I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[18:50.68] , see what the old cat could do\n[18:53.20] But you got the roots stirred up\n[18:56.32] Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n[19:01.24] Based on whether you got the dry\n[19:02.72] Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n[19:04.67] Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n[19:06.12] I still got a break, brother\n[19:07.16] When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n[19:08.16] Take cover\n[19:09.35] That's Lyt work, Soul\n[19:10.72] Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n[19:15.39] I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n[19:22.28] Somebody get this nigga help\n[19:24.80] I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n[19:27.16] Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n[19:30.11] I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n[19:38.08] (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n[19:47.27] Should I finish him off?\n[19:48.72] Use the mask, Day\n[19:58.11] I ain't done)\n[20:01.88] And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n[20:31.51] And I gotta give 'em the skill\n[20:37.87] I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n[20:42.16] New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n[20:45.95] For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n[20:49.00] Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n[20:52.88] You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n[20:56.55] Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n[21:00.15] Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n[21:03.44] Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n[21:06.87] Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n[21:09.92] Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n[21:12.68] 44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n[21:15.24] Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n[21:18.03] We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n[21:20.95] They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n[21:24.08] That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n[21:27.87] Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n[21:32.83] They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n[21:39.40] That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n[21:42.39] We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n[21:44.95] Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n[21:46.95] Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n[21:50.15] Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n[21:52.67] I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n[21:59.91] They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n[22:02.91] But you got it, you got it bad\n[22:05.47] 2Pac, [?]\n[22:06.48] Two watches, that's pocket change\n[22:07.84] Dude coppin' that [?]\n[22:10.16] Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n[22:11.88] Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[22:13.87] so they fall out\n[22:17.04] Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n[22:20.23] And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n[22:23.44] My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n[22:25.96] Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n[22:28.31] Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n[22:30.60] Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n[22:34.19] Wow, that's a million\n[22:36.91] I'm done\n[22:41.31]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H (feat. JMSN)\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 1377000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: All my life\n  start_ms: 6900\n  end_ms: 11220\n- text: All my life\n  start_ms: 11220\n  end_ms: 14700\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  start_ms: 14700\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 21650\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  start_ms: 21650\n  end_ms: 25100\n- text: I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n  start_ms: 25100\n  end_ms: 28650\n- text: Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  start_ms: 28650\n  end_ms: 32130\n- text: Cross me like the gold you wear\n  start_ms: 32130\n  end_ms: 34020\n- text: Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  start_ms: 34020\n  end_ms: 35810\n- text: So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  start_ms: 35810\n  end_ms: 39380\n- text: TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  start_ms: 39380\n  end_ms: 42660\n- text: God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  start_ms: 42660\n  end_ms: 46900\n- text: Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  start_ms: 46900\n  end_ms: 49570\n- text: Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  start_ms: 49570\n  end_ms: 53170\n- text: After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  start_ms: 53170\n  end_ms: 56820\n- text: Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  start_ms: 56820\n  end_ms: 60230\n- text: Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  start_ms: 60230\n  end_ms: 63620\n- text: Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  start_ms: 63620\n  end_ms: 67140\n- text: I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  start_ms: 67140\n  end_ms: 70580\n- text: All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  start_ms: 70580\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 77050\n- text: Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  start_ms: 77050\n  end_ms: 81330\n- text: I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n  start_ms: 81330\n  end_ms: 83900\n- text: Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  start_ms: 83900\n  end_ms: 87020\n- text: Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  start_ms: 87020\n  end_ms: 90620\n- text: Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  start_ms: 90620\n  end_ms: 94170\n- text: Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  start_ms: 94170\n  end_ms: 97660\n- text: Cause we really out here!\n  start_ms: 97660\n  end_ms: 99370\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 99370\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102890\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 102890\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 106540\n- text: (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n  start_ms: 106540\n  end_ms: 112270\n- text: Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  start_ms: 112270\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 119210\n- text: No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  start_ms: 119210\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 123340\n- text: How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  start_ms: 123340\n  end_ms: 125130\n- text: I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  start_ms: 125130\n  end_ms: 126900\n- text: Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  start_ms: 126900\n  end_ms: 130290\n- text: Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  start_ms: 130290\n  end_ms: 133980\n- text: Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  start_ms: 133980\n  end_ms: 137390\n- text: Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  start_ms: 137390\n  end_ms: 140820\n- text: And I just might be in your hood\n  start_ms: 140820\n  end_ms: 144180\n- text: Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  start_ms: 144180\n  end_ms: 147780\n- text: Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  start_ms: 147780\n  end_ms: 151100\n- text: I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  start_ms: 151100\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: Read between the lines nigga\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 160140\n- text: I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  start_ms: 160140\n  end_ms: 161770\n- text: Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  start_ms: 161770\n  end_ms: 165450\n- text: Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n  start_ms: 165450\n  end_ms: 167990\n- text: Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  start_ms: 167990\n  end_ms: 171280\n- text: Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  start_ms: 171280\n  end_ms: 174550\n- text: Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  start_ms: 174550\n  end_ms: 178030\n- text: Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  start_ms: 178030\n  end_ms: 181480\n- text: Cause we really out here!\n  start_ms: 181480\n  end_ms: 183440\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 183440\n  end_ms: 185200\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 185200\n  end_ms: 187280\n- text: (We really out here!)\n  start_ms: 187280\n  end_ms: 189600\n- text: We really out here!\n  start_ms: 189600\n  end_ms: 191230\n- text: (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n  start_ms: 191230\n  end_ms: 196440\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 196440\n  end_ms: 199440\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 199440\n  end_ms: 202870\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 202870\n  end_ms: 206270\n- text: All my life, all my life, all my life\n  start_ms: 206270\n  end_ms: 225540\n- text: These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n  start_ms: 225540\n  end_ms: 253270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253270\n  end_ms: 295700\n- text: Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  start_ms: 295700\n  end_ms: 297130\n- text: Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  start_ms: 297130\n  end_ms: 302620\n- text: I'm dating you Day\n  start_ms: 302620\n  end_ms: 307010\n- text: Wait, wait, pause\n  start_ms: 307010\n  end_ms: 310810\n- text: No gay shit\n  start_ms: 310810\n  end_ms: 311930\n- text: What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n  start_ms: 311930\n  end_ms: 316930\n- text: A date is a day that's marked\n  start_ms: 316930\n  end_ms: 320290\n- text: I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  start_ms: 320290\n  end_ms: 325450\n- text: I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  start_ms: 325450\n  end_ms: 331840\n- text: I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  start_ms: 331840\n  end_ms: 339080\n- text: My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  start_ms: 339080\n  end_ms: 346490\n- text: Is he dope? No\n  start_ms: 346490\n  end_ms: 350480\n- text: Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  start_ms: 350480\n  end_ms: 355120\n- text: Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  start_ms: 355120\n  end_ms: 358890\n- text: The baseball is what we do best\n  start_ms: 358890\n  end_ms: 361320\n- text: Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  start_ms: 361320\n  end_ms: 369040\n- text: I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  start_ms: 369040\n  end_ms: 374400\n- text: I will never see the light of day again\n  start_ms: 374400\n  end_ms: 378530\n- text: Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  start_ms: 378530\n  end_ms: 386120\n- text: I gotta eat on the go Day\n  start_ms: 386120\n  end_ms: 389520\n- text: I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  start_ms: 389520\n  end_ms: 394680\n- text: Don't go a long way, what?\n  start_ms: 394680\n  end_ms: 397770\n- text: A ho in Chipotle, no\n  start_ms: 397770\n  end_ms: 398720\n- text: This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  start_ms: 398720\n  end_ms: 402440\n- text: We been nuts\n  start_ms: 402440\n  end_ms: 404520\n- text: There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  start_ms: 404520\n  end_ms: 407720\n- text: But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  start_ms: 407720\n  end_ms: 412050\n- text: That's light in a box\n  start_ms: 412050\n  end_ms: 413990\n- text: And that's light, that's light\n  start_ms: 413990\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421640\n- text: That's what y'all call street?\n  start_ms: 421640\n  end_ms: 423950\n- text: No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  start_ms: 423950\n  end_ms: 427520\n- text: Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  start_ms: 427520\n  end_ms: 429600\n- text: It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  start_ms: 429600\n  end_ms: 436430\n- text: But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  start_ms: 436430\n  end_ms: 441400\n- text: I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  start_ms: 441400\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 456360\n- text: And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  start_ms: 456360\n  end_ms: 466870\n- text: Now, as for the crew\n  start_ms: 466870\n  end_ms: 470730\n- text: Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  start_ms: 470730\n  end_ms: 476200\n- text: And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  start_ms: 476200\n  end_ms: 479920\n- text: It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  start_ms: 479920\n  end_ms: 483490\n- text: And I'm a fan first\n  start_ms: 483490\n  end_ms: 485920\n- text: But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  start_ms: 485920\n  end_ms: 490510\n- text: You deserve this disservice\n  start_ms: 490510\n  end_ms: 492920\n- text: I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  start_ms: 492920\n  end_ms: 499270\n- text: I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  start_ms: 499270\n  end_ms: 503970\n- text: I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  start_ms: 503970\n  end_ms: 506760\n- text: So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  start_ms: 506760\n  end_ms: 510720\n- text: They can't see you\n  start_ms: 510720\n  end_ms: 512520\n- text: Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  start_ms: 512520\n  end_ms: 515840\n- text: And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  start_ms: 515840\n  end_ms: 520720\n- text: You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  start_ms: 520720\n  end_ms: 522600\n- text: Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  start_ms: 522600\n  end_ms: 523400\n- text: You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  start_ms: 523400\n  end_ms: 525080\n- text: Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  start_ms: 525080\n  end_ms: 531350\n- text: That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  start_ms: 531350\n  end_ms: 535680\n- text: So your chances of standin'\n  start_ms: 535680\n  end_ms: 538830\n- text: Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  start_ms: 538830\n  end_ms: 548510\n- text: Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  start_ms: 548510\n  end_ms: 551120\n- text: Shed some light on Day?\n  start_ms: 551120\n  end_ms: 553520\n- text: '''Til he''s cropped out'\n  start_ms: 553520\n  end_ms: 555890\n- text: No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  start_ms: 555890\n  end_ms: 559510\n- text: The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  start_ms: 559510\n  end_ms: 563760\n- text: You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  start_ms: 563760\n  end_ms: 567870\n- text: You're counterfeit\n  start_ms: 567870\n  end_ms: 568960\n- text: You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  start_ms: 568960\n  end_ms: 572450\n- text: To see quill drug over the counter\n  start_ms: 572450\n  end_ms: 575280\n- text: After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  start_ms: 575280\n  end_ms: 580400\n- text: After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  start_ms: 580400\n  end_ms: 584920\n- text: Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  start_ms: 584920\n  end_ms: 589680\n- text: Or just another fruit in this room?\n  start_ms: 589680\n  end_ms: 591800\n- text: It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  start_ms: 591800\n  end_ms: 596110\n- text: I should be against the law to run into\n  start_ms: 596110\n  end_ms: 598950\n- text: Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  start_ms: 598950\n  end_ms: 602710\n- text: Today is the day I split Day in two\n  start_ms: 602710\n  end_ms: 607200\n- text: What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  start_ms: 607200\n  end_ms: 610440\n- text: Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  start_ms: 610440\n  end_ms: 617360\n- text: Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  start_ms: 617360\n  end_ms: 620640\n- text: If so, you were wrong\n  start_ms: 620640\n  end_ms: 623990\n- text: Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  start_ms: 623990\n  end_ms: 627920\n- text: Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  start_ms: 627920\n  end_ms: 632320\n- text: Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  start_ms: 632320\n  end_ms: 640910\n- text: If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  start_ms: 640910\n  end_ms: 645390\n- text: If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  start_ms: 645390\n  end_ms: 649280\n- text: So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  start_ms: 649280\n  end_ms: 653480\n- text: Like, he nerve of this cat\n  start_ms: 653480\n  end_ms: 655470\n- text: Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  start_ms: 655470\n  end_ms: 656710\n- text: This nigga Day all bitch\n  start_ms: 656710\n  end_ms: 661350\n- text: Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  start_ms: 661350\n  end_ms: 664390\n- text: Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  start_ms: 664390\n  end_ms: 666350\n- text: It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  start_ms: 666350\n  end_ms: 671670\n- text: Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  start_ms: 671670\n  end_ms: 675390\n- text: You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  start_ms: 675390\n  end_ms: 679040\n- text: I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  start_ms: 679040\n  end_ms: 683760\n- text: You got Gats?\n  start_ms: 683760\n  end_ms: 685130\n- text: You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  start_ms: 685130\n  end_ms: 689200\n- text: Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  start_ms: 689200\n  end_ms: 691910\n- text: If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  start_ms: 691910\n  end_ms: 695190\n- text: Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  start_ms: 695190\n  end_ms: 698240\n- text: Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  start_ms: 698240\n  end_ms: 703000\n- text: That's why I'm ahead today\n  start_ms: 703000\n  end_ms: 705480\n- text: No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n  start_ms: 705480\n  end_ms: 710030\n- text: No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  start_ms: 710030\n  end_ms: 714820\n- text: Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  start_ms: 714820\n  end_ms: 717540\n- text: Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  start_ms: 717540\n  end_ms: 721900\n- text: It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  start_ms: 721900\n  end_ms: 726100\n- text: I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  start_ms: 726100\n  end_ms: 728790\n- text: I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  start_ms: 728790\n  end_ms: 731910\n- text: Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  start_ms: 731910\n  end_ms: 734990\n- text: We need the fire instead\n  start_ms: 734990\n  end_ms: 736660\n- text: When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  start_ms: 736660\n  end_ms: 740260\n- text: Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  start_ms: 740260\n  end_ms: 745100\n- text: See where I'm goin'?\n  start_ms: 745100\n  end_ms: 746110\n- text: That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  start_ms: 746110\n  end_ms: 749670\n- text: When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  start_ms: 749670\n  end_ms: 753870\n- text: But you know what?\n  start_ms: 753870\n  end_ms: 754870\n- text: (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  start_ms: 754870\n  end_ms: 760910\n- text: Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  start_ms: 760910\n  end_ms: 767900\n- text: Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  start_ms: 767900\n  end_ms: 784060\n- text: These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  start_ms: 784060\n  end_ms: 788310\n- text: Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  start_ms: 788310\n  end_ms: 788940\n- text: You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  start_ms: 788940\n  end_ms: 794910\n- text: All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  start_ms: 794910\n  end_ms: 798180\n- text: Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  start_ms: 798180\n  end_ms: 803780\n- text: Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  start_ms: 803780\n  end_ms: 808620\n- text: You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  start_ms: 808620\n  end_ms: 812380\n- text: Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  start_ms: 812380\n  end_ms: 819270\n- text: But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  start_ms: 819270\n  end_ms: 828300\n- text: You get it, Lyt?\n  start_ms: 828300\n  end_ms: 830340\n- text: That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  start_ms: 830340\n  end_ms: 836580\n- text: (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  start_ms: 836580\n  end_ms: 839710\n- text: You got that for me?)\n  start_ms: 839710\n  end_ms: 846060\n- text: Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n  start_ms: 846060\n  end_ms: 872160\n- text: Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  start_ms: 872160\n  end_ms: 877730\n- text: It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  start_ms: 877730\n  end_ms: 880350\n- text: I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  start_ms: 880350\n  end_ms: 884600\n- text: No, no, no\n  start_ms: 884600\n  end_ms: 888560\n- text: Face it, I got it covered\n  start_ms: 888560\n  end_ms: 890160\n- text: Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  start_ms: 890160\n  end_ms: 892600\n- text: The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  start_ms: 892600\n  end_ms: 895910\n- text: They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  start_ms: 895910\n  end_ms: 899040\n- text: But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  start_ms: 899040\n  end_ms: 901770\n- text: Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  start_ms: 901770\n  end_ms: 904610\n- text: But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  start_ms: 904610\n  end_ms: 907480\n- text: I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  start_ms: 907480\n  end_ms: 913320\n- text: And even the odds some\n  start_ms: 913320\n  end_ms: 914830\n- text: He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  start_ms: 914830\n  end_ms: 917200\n- text: But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  start_ms: 917200\n  end_ms: 919680\n- text: Check this out, he not ready\n  start_ms: 919680\n  end_ms: 928400\n- text: Either you fight back or I ether you\n  start_ms: 928400\n  end_ms: 931170\n- text: Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  start_ms: 931170\n  end_ms: 934440\n- text: Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  start_ms: 934440\n  end_ms: 939190\n- text: Well done, this is beef, right?\n  start_ms: 939190\n  end_ms: 944920\n- text: Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  start_ms: 944920\n  end_ms: 948640\n- text: I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  start_ms: 948640\n  end_ms: 952200\n- text: Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  start_ms: 952200\n  end_ms: 953880\n- text: You still couldn't see Lyt\n  start_ms: 953880\n  end_ms: 957160\n- text: Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  start_ms: 957160\n  end_ms: 961880\n- text: Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  start_ms: 961880\n  end_ms: 964800\n- text: We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  start_ms: 964800\n  end_ms: 969560\n- text: But it's useless, use less filler\n  start_ms: 969560\n  end_ms: 975590\n- text: Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  start_ms: 975590\n  end_ms: 978070\n- text: These asscheek niggas dead\n  start_ms: 978070\n  end_ms: 980430\n- text: You said you would fry Day previously\n  start_ms: 980430\n  end_ms: 982810\n- text: But that's what the last week nigga said\n  start_ms: 982810\n  end_ms: 985470\n- text: But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  start_ms: 985470\n  end_ms: 990970\n- text: Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  start_ms: 990970\n  end_ms: 995480\n- text: He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  start_ms: 995480\n  end_ms: 999790\n- text: But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  start_ms: 999790\n  end_ms: 1006160\n- text: We gon' line that ass up\n  start_ms: 1006160\n  end_ms: 1008810\n- text: I from the Watts block for decision\n  start_ms: 1008810\n  end_ms: 1010720\n- text: My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  start_ms: 1010720\n  end_ms: 1013800\n- text: We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  start_ms: 1013800\n  end_ms: 1015840\n- text: But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  start_ms: 1015840\n  end_ms: 1022240\n- text: It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  start_ms: 1022240\n  end_ms: 1025640\n- text: Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  start_ms: 1025640\n  end_ms: 1029320\n- text: This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  start_ms: 1029320\n  end_ms: 1030830\n- text: Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  start_ms: 1030830\n  end_ms: 1033510\n- text: Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  start_ms: 1033510\n  end_ms: 1036830\n- text: No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  start_ms: 1036830\n  end_ms: 1039240\n- text: The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  start_ms: 1039240\n  end_ms: 1041560\n- text: Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  start_ms: 1041560\n  end_ms: 1047600\n- text: Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  start_ms: 1047600\n  end_ms: 1053550\n- text: I'm total dissin'\n  start_ms: 1053550\n  end_ms: 1055510\n- text: But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  start_ms: 1055510\n  end_ms: 1061870\n- text: As I release bars, they better bail\n  start_ms: 1061870\n  end_ms: 1064720\n- text: Objects that I process is parallel\n  start_ms: 1064720\n  end_ms: 1067070\n- text: Let's get this aligned\n  start_ms: 1067070\n  end_ms: 1068840\n- text: Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  start_ms: 1068840\n  end_ms: 1072550\n- text: Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  start_ms: 1072550\n  end_ms: 1075510\n- text: Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  start_ms: 1075510\n  end_ms: 1078640\n- text: See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  start_ms: 1078640\n  end_ms: 1081270\n- text: Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  start_ms: 1081270\n  end_ms: 1083640\n- text: Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  start_ms: 1083640\n  end_ms: 1085000\n- text: That's why I reign superior\n  start_ms: 1085000\n  end_ms: 1087840\n- text: Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  start_ms: 1087840\n  end_ms: 1093350\n- text: These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  start_ms: 1093350\n  end_ms: 1096880\n- text: You did say you would fry Day\n  start_ms: 1096880\n  end_ms: 1099230\n- text: But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  start_ms: 1099230\n  end_ms: 1102070\n- text: Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  start_ms: 1102070\n  end_ms: 1103440\n- text: You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  start_ms: 1103440\n  end_ms: 1106430\n- text: I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  start_ms: 1106430\n  end_ms: 1113390\n- text: Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  start_ms: 1113390\n  end_ms: 1115880\n- text: Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  start_ms: 1115880\n  end_ms: 1118770\n- text: Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  start_ms: 1118770\n  end_ms: 1124270\n- text: I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  start_ms: 1124270\n  end_ms: 1127920\n- text: I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  start_ms: 1127920\n  end_ms: 1130680\n- text: ', see what the old cat could do'\n  start_ms: 1130680\n  end_ms: 1133200\n- text: But you got the roots stirred up\n  start_ms: 1133200\n  end_ms: 1136320\n- text: Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  start_ms: 1136320\n  end_ms: 1141240\n- text: Based on whether you got the dry\n  start_ms: 1141240\n  end_ms: 1142720\n- text: Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  start_ms: 1142720\n  end_ms: 1144670\n- text: Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  start_ms: 1144670\n  end_ms: 1146120\n- text: I still got a break, brother\n  start_ms: 1146120\n  end_ms: 1147160\n- text: When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  start_ms: 1147160\n  end_ms: 1148160\n- text: Take cover\n  start_ms: 1148160\n  end_ms: 1149350\n- text: That's Lyt work, Soul\n  start_ms: 1149350\n  end_ms: 1150720\n- text: Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  start_ms: 1150720\n  end_ms: 1155390\n- text: I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  start_ms: 1155390\n  end_ms: 1162280\n- text: Somebody get this nigga help\n  start_ms: 1162280\n  end_ms: 1164800\n- text: I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  start_ms: 1164800\n  end_ms: 1167160\n- text: Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  start_ms: 1167160\n  end_ms: 1170110\n- text: I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  start_ms: 1170110\n  end_ms: 1178080\n- text: (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  start_ms: 1178080\n  end_ms: 1187270\n- text: Should I finish him off?\n  start_ms: 1187270\n  end_ms: 1188720\n- text: Use the mask, Day\n  start_ms: 1188720\n  end_ms: 1198110\n- text: I ain't done)\n  start_ms: 1198110\n  end_ms: 1201880\n- text: And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  start_ms: 1201880\n  end_ms: 1231510\n- text: And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  start_ms: 1231510\n  end_ms: 1237870\n- text: I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  start_ms: 1237870\n  end_ms: 1242160\n- text: New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  start_ms: 1242160\n  end_ms: 1245950\n- text: For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  start_ms: 1245950\n  end_ms: 1249000\n- text: Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  start_ms: 1249000\n  end_ms: 1252880\n- text: You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  start_ms: 1252880\n  end_ms: 1256550\n- text: Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  start_ms: 1256550\n  end_ms: 1260150\n- text: Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  start_ms: 1260150\n  end_ms: 1263440\n- text: Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  start_ms: 1263440\n  end_ms: 1266870\n- text: Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  start_ms: 1266870\n  end_ms: 1269920\n- text: Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  start_ms: 1269920\n  end_ms: 1272680\n- text: 44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  start_ms: 1272680\n  end_ms: 1275240\n- text: Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  start_ms: 1275240\n  end_ms: 1278030\n- text: We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  start_ms: 1278030\n  end_ms: 1280950\n- text: They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  start_ms: 1280950\n  end_ms: 1284080\n- text: That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  start_ms: 1284080\n  end_ms: 1287870\n- text: Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  start_ms: 1287870\n  end_ms: 1292830\n- text: They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  start_ms: 1292830\n  end_ms: 1299400\n- text: That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  start_ms: 1299400\n  end_ms: 1302390\n- text: We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  start_ms: 1302390\n  end_ms: 1304950\n- text: Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  start_ms: 1304950\n  end_ms: 1306950\n- text: Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  start_ms: 1306950\n  end_ms: 1310150\n- text: Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  start_ms: 1310150\n  end_ms: 1312670\n- text: I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  start_ms: 1312670\n  end_ms: 1319910\n- text: They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  start_ms: 1319910\n  end_ms: 1322910\n- text: But you got it, you got it bad\n  start_ms: 1322910\n  end_ms: 1325470\n- text: 2Pac, [?]\n  start_ms: 1325470\n  end_ms: 1326480\n- text: Two watches, that's pocket change\n  start_ms: 1326480\n  end_ms: 1327840\n- text: Dude coppin' that [?]\n  start_ms: 1327840\n  end_ms: 1330160\n- text: Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  start_ms: 1330160\n  end_ms: 1331880\n- text: Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  start_ms: 1331880\n  end_ms: 1333870\n- text: so they fall out\n  start_ms: 1333870\n  end_ms: 1337040\n- text: Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  start_ms: 1337040\n  end_ms: 1340230\n- text: And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  start_ms: 1340230\n  end_ms: 1343440\n- text: My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  start_ms: 1343440\n  end_ms: 1345960\n- text: Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  start_ms: 1345960\n  end_ms: 1348310\n- text: Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  start_ms: 1348310\n  end_ms: 1350600\n- text: Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  start_ms: 1350600\n  end_ms: 1354190\n- text: Wow, that's a million\n  start_ms: 1354190\n  end_ms: 1356910\n- text: I'm done\n  start_ms: 1356910\n  end_ms: 1361310\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 1361310\nplain: |\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  , my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?\n  A date is a day that's marked\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead today\n  No, no body found, that's why I'm a head to day\n  No, nobody found, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  , I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  , hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  , see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  , see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n"},{"id":4856121,"name":"W.R.O.H","trackName":"W.R.O.H","artistName":"Ab-Soul feat. JMSN","albumName":"These Days...","duration":768.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\nA day is a day that's smart\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[?], see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2Pac, [?]\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that [?]\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[?] so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nQue je suis, je suis tres concentre","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H\n  artist: Ab-Soul feat. JMSN\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 768000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\n  A day is a day that's smart\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  [?], see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2Pac, [?]\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that [?]\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  [?] so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Que je suis, je suis tres concentre\n"},{"id":9654868,"name":"W.R.O.H","trackName":"W.R.O.H","artistName":"Ab‐Soul feat. JMSN","albumName":"These Days…","duration":768.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\nA day is a day that's smart\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[?], see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2Pac, [?]\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that [?]\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[?] so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nQue je suis, je suis tres concentre","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H\n  artist: Ab‐Soul feat. JMSN\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 768000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\n  A day is a day that's smart\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  [?], see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2Pac, [?]\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that [?]\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  [?] so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Que je suis, je suis tres concentre\n"},{"id":28249220,"name":"W.R.O.H","trackName":"W.R.O.H","artistName":"Ab‐Soul feat. JMSN","albumName":"These Days…","duration":1380.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All my life\nAll my life\n\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\nI say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\nEverywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\nCross me like the gold you wear\nSoulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\nSo much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\nTDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\nGod bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\nCan I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\nDon't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\nAfter me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\nYeah, and I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\nI'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\nAll my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\nI don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\nGame yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\nI just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\nCause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\nTrying to stay high, as long as we down here\nListen closely, see what we bout here\nWho really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\nCause we really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here!)\nWe really out here!\n(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\nUh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\nFuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\nNo, I want the world chico and everything in it\nEvery beverage with Codeine in it\nHow the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\nI'm still taking blows at the Senate\nClaims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\nPraise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\nSelassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\nNiggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\nAnd I just might be in your hood\nCausin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\nHorse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\nI was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\nAb-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\nRead between the lines nigga\nI did this shit legally blind nigga\nYeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\nTell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\nAll my life, all my life, all my life\n\nThese days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\nY'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\nBefore we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\nI'm dating you Day\nWait, wait, pause\nNo gay shit\nWhat's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\nA day is a day that's smart\nI'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\nI cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\nI'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\nMy database said Day the basehead that day to base head\nIs he dope? No\nWho gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\nFlock his projects, that's a home run, Day\nThe baseball is what we do best\nCarpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\nI stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\nI will never see the light of day again\nNow witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\nI gotta eat on the go Day\nI hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\nDon't go a long way, what?\nA ho in Chipotle, no\nThis is food for thought, from a dog on top\nWe been nuts\nThere was a fool who thought we was new to this\nBut who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\nThat's light in a box\nAnd that's light, that's light\nBut light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\nThat's what y'all call street?\nNo tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\nSeems he forgot what the C meant\nIt's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\nBut I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\nI bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\nIn fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\nAnd that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\nNow, as for the crew\nWell, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\nAnd this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\nIt's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\nAnd I'm a fan first\nBut it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\nYou deserve this disservice\nI put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\nI'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\nI brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\nSo all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\nThey can't see you\nWave your title to this tidal wave, we do\nAnd you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\nYou should kneel to me or somethin'\nFuck it, to keep it 100\nYou're nil to me, that's nothing\nHeard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\nThat's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\nSo your chances of standin'\nMuch smaller than my plan to defeat you\nWait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\nShed some light on Day?\n'Til he's cropped out\nNo not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\nThe sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\nYou finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\nYou're counterfeit\nYou ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\nTo see quill drug over the counter\nAfter your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\nAfter you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\nNow I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\nOr just another fruit in this room?\nIt's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\nI should be against the law to run into\nCause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\nToday is the day I split Day in two\nWhat the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\nAre you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\nDid you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\nIf so, you were wrong\nHold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\nDo you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\nDon't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\nIf you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\nIf it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\nSo I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\nLike, he nerve of this cat\nLyin' with a motionless emotion\nThis nigga Day all bitch\nSomebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\nDo Quill got skill at all, homie?\nIt was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\nDid you really expect to last, Day?\nYou know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\nI mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\nYou got Gats?\nYou think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\nForget it Day, no, really, forget this day\nIf I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\nJust how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\nNobody, fam, nobody, fam\nThat's why I'm ahead to day\nNo, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\nNo, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\nSomebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\nSend him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\nIt's only right I be blunt to Lyt\nI only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\nI see I should have used the lighter instead\nChill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\nWe need the fire instead\nWhen I think of daylight, I think of shit like\nBreakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\nSee where I'm goin'?\nThat means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\nWhen that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\nBut you know what?\n(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\nTake this 500 before you clap this shit up\nSay this, let me say this, let me just say this\nThese flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\nYour buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\nYou boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\nAll your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\nDay a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\nDearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\nYou know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\nDearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\nBut I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\nYou get it, Lyt?\nThat's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\nYou got that for me?)\nBrought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\nQuestion, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\nIt don't matter, The Matrix sold\nI double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\nNo, no, no\nFace it, I got it covered\nPrevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\nThe gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\nThey come up with this perfectly clean round\nBut I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\nOf the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\nBut I guess it's up to you to risk your career\nI retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\nAnd even the odds some\nHe thought he could least get a baby victory\nBut all he got was \"Nah, son\"\nCheck this out, he not ready\nEither you fight back or I ether you\nThought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\nSoon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\nWell done, this is beef, right?\nJesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\nI'm from the third, I gotta try you\nGuy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\nYou still couldn't see Lyt\nDivision, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\nPilot, fly, I be the goblin\nWe battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\nBut it's useless, use less filler\nExcuse this, excuses, but, but, but\nThese asscheek niggas dead\nYou said you would fry Day previously\nBut that's what the last week nigga said\nBut, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\nGet down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\nHe know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\nBut I tell them tails we never tuck\nWe gon' line that ass up\nI from the Watts block for decision\nMy profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\nWe played hopscotch for a livin'\nBut that's def, that's just plain old def\nIt's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\nHave a seat, picture this, picture this photo\nThis a Soulo [?], hold up\nIs it because he 'bout to get smoked?\nCommon roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\nNo bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\nThe deal closed, SoHo is it\nThought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\nLook at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\nI'm total dissin'\nBut at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\nAs I release bars, they better bail\nObjects that I process is parallel\nLet's get this aligned\nMinus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\nRedemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\nCause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\nSee where mind be is a mine, explosive\nInterior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\nY'all see I got the drop on everybody\nThat's why I reign superior\nWhether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\nThese blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\nYou did say you would fry Day\nBut you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\nPreacher for they peeps, you asshole\nYou in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\nI tell 'em I got the foreign\nCut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\nGame, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\nActin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\nI'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\nI need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n[?], see what the old cat could do\nBut you got the roots stirred up\nGelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\nBased on whether you got the dry\nWin rounds, destroy their whole city\nWill they get toured? Nay, do you realize\nI still got a break, brother\nWhen I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\nTake cover\nThat's Lyt work, Soul\nCut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\nI cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\nSomebody get this nigga help\nI mean, like, Soul, assist him\nGet him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\nI mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n(That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\nShould I finish him off?\nUse the mask, Day\nI ain't done)\nAnd I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\nAnd I gotta give 'em the skill\nI be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\nNew approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\nFor Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\nBein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\nYou can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\nCold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\nChicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\nCat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\nPlatform, see where I come from, it was sirens\nBlackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\nJesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\nWe be on the top, careers gettin' too high\nThey knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\nThat pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\nTragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\nThey askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\nThat's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\nWe take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\nOlder now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\nSettle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\nBitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\nI feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\nThey be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\nBut you got it, you got it bad\n2Pac, [?]\nTwo watches, that's pocket change\nDude coppin' that [?]\nCredit good, I'ma pull the card out\nBetter be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n[?] so they fall out\nWhip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\nAnd I gotta give 'em the Lyt\nMy people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\nAin't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\nAin't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\nWow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\nWow, that's a million\nI'm done\n\nQue je suis, je suis tres concentre","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: W.R.O.H\n  artist: Ab‐Soul feat. JMSN\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 1380000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All my life\n  All my life\n\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill\n  I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here\n\n  Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare\n  Cross me like the gold you wear\n  Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air\n  So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'\n  TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul\n  God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing\n  Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds\n  Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb\n  After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)\n  Yeah, and I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood\n  I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club\n  All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major\n  I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the\n  Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me\n  I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me\n\n  Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere\n  Trying to stay high, as long as we down here\n  Listen closely, see what we bout here\n  Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears\n  Cause we really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here!)\n  We really out here!\n  (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)\n\n  Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again\n  Fuck the same hoes again, bumpin' \"Druggies Wit Hoes Again\" with my bros again\n  No, I want the world chico and everything in it\n  Every beverage with Codeine in it\n  How the fuck you say I sold my sprit?\n  I'm still taking blows at the Senate\n  Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate\n  Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh\n  Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist\n  Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space\n  And I just might be in your hood\n  Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good\n  Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's [?]\n  I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked\n  Ab-Soul, [?], my life is like an open book\n  Read between the lines nigga\n  I did this shit legally blind nigga\n  Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)\n  Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared\n\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n  All my life, all my life, all my life\n\n  These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward\n\n  Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?\n  Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this\n  I'm dating you Day\n  Wait, wait, pause\n  No gay shit\n  What's the difference between a day and a day anyway Day?\n  A day is a day that's smart\n  I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much\n  I cam with name slips for Day, tailored just for Day\n  I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds\n  My database said Day the basehead that day to base head\n  Is he dope? No\n  Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best\n  Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day\n  The baseball is what we do best\n  Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French\n  I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life\n  I will never see the light of day again\n  Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green\n  I gotta eat on the go Day\n  I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way\n  Don't go a long way, what?\n  A ho in Chipotle, no\n  This is food for thought, from a dog on top\n  We been nuts\n  There was a fool who thought we was new to this\n  But who knew this within the, a glow stick and a uterus\n  That's light in a box\n  And that's light, that's light\n  But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right\n  That's what y'all call street?\n  No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip\n  Seems he forgot what the C meant\n  It's yo dumbass that thought that last part was so concrete\n  But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me\n  I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs\n  In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before [?] backwards\n  And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordans down and Jordan down\n  Now, as for the crew\n  Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog\n  And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?\n  It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it\n  And I'm a fan first\n  But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn\n  You deserve this disservice\n  I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man nerves, man word\n  I'm expect some etiquette in your segment kid\n  I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do\n  So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get air here\n  They can't see you\n  Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do\n  And you don't appear to be appearin' me, forreal\n  You should kneel to me or somethin'\n  Fuck it, to keep it 100\n  You're nil to me, that's nothing\n  Heard they been raisin' rasins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?\n  That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight\n  So your chances of standin'\n  Much smaller than my plan to defeat you\n  Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?\n  Shed some light on Day?\n  'Til he's cropped out\n  No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you\n  The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued\n  You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward\n  You're counterfeit\n  You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy\n  To see quill drug over the counter\n  After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb\n  After you were born, I'm sure you were the fruit of the loom\n  Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?\n  Or just another fruit in this room?\n  It's crucial, you chose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume\n  I should be against the law to run into\n  Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true\n  Today is the day I split Day in two\n  What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?\n  Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?\n  Did you really think \"Paul Walker\" was a dope song?\n  If so, you were wrong\n  Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me\n  Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?\n  Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through\n  If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you\n  If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through\n  So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through\n  Like, he nerve of this cat\n  Lyin' with a motionless emotion\n  This nigga Day all bitch\n  Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt\n  Do Quill got skill at all, homie?\n  It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie\n  Did you really expect to last, Day?\n  You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days\n  I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?\n  You got Gats?\n  You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?\n  Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day\n  If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see\n  Just how many people would say \"Yes\" to Day\n  Nobody, fam, nobody, fam\n  That's why I'm ahead to day\n  No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today\n  No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day\n  Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day\n  Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day\n  It's only right I be blunt to Lyt\n  I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt\n  I see I should have used the lighter instead\n  Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple\n  We need the fire instead\n  When I think of daylight, I think of shit like\n  Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'\n  See where I'm goin'?\n  That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'\n  When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it\n  But you know what?\n  (Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)\n  Take this 500 before you clap this shit up\n  Say this, let me say this, let me just say this\n  These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory\n  Your buzz lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories\n  You boys worried, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes\n  All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything\n  Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, [?] king\n  Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse\n  You know I brought a hearse for the sausage you brought worst\n  Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine\n  But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt\n  You get it, Lyt?\n  That's how you ill-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night\n  (Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right\n  You got that for me?)\n  Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks\n\n  Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?\n  It don't matter, The Matrix sold\n  I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch\n  No, no, no\n  Face it, I got it covered\n  Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell\n  The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down\n  They come up with this perfectly clean round\n  But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear\n  Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within\n  But I guess it's up to you to risk your career\n  I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too\n  And even the odds some\n  He thought he could least get a baby victory\n  But all he got was \"Nah, son\"\n  Check this out, he not ready\n  Either you fight back or I ether you\n  Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable\n  Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked\n  Well done, this is beef, right?\n  Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, so before you get meatsliced\n  I'm from the third, I gotta try you\n  Guy you play Ryu, lose a cannon in street fight\n  You still couldn't see Lyt\n  Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit\n  Pilot, fly, I be the goblin\n  We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem\n  But it's useless, use less filler\n  Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but\n  These asscheek niggas dead\n  You said you would fry Day previously\n  But that's what the last week nigga said\n  But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy\n  Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up\n  He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck\n  But I tell them tails we never tuck\n  We gon' line that ass up\n  I from the Watts block for decision\n  My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out\n  We played hopscotch for a livin'\n  But that's def, that's just plain old def\n  It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen\n  Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo\n  This a Soulo [?], hold up\n  Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?\n  Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo\n  No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission\n  The deal closed, SoHo is it\n  Thought you could fuck with me? [?] split him\n  Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say \"Fuck Dorothy dog\"\n  I'm total dissin'\n  But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell\n  As I release bars, they better bail\n  Objects that I process is parallel\n  Let's get this aligned\n  Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold\n  Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil\n  Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me\n  See where mind be is a mine, explosive\n  Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably\n  Y'all see I got the drop on everybody\n  That's why I reign superior\n  Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate\n  These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember\n  You did say you would fry Day\n  But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets\n  Preacher for they peeps, you asshole\n  You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat\n  I tell 'em I got the foreign\n  Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish\n  Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish\n  Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage\n  I'm dope, I'm practical, [?]\n  I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew\n  [?], see what the old cat could do\n  But you got the roots stirred up\n  Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'\n  Based on whether you got the dry\n  Win rounds, destroy their whole city\n  Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize\n  I still got a break, brother\n  When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson\n  Take cover\n  That's Lyt work, Soul\n  Cut your lights [?], see how the Lyt works, Soul\n  I cut the light switch off and your light switches off, Soul\n  Somebody get this nigga help\n  I mean, like, Soul, assist him\n  Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System\n  I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister\n  (That's enough, man I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man\n  Should I finish him off?\n  Use the mask, Day\n  I ain't done)\n  And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill\n  And I gotta give 'em the skill\n  I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill\n  New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil\n  For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal\n  Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real\n  You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill\n  Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill\n  Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest\n  Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest\n  Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens\n  Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?\n  44 shoot, they screamin', \"Who's that guy?\"\n  Jesus, his face, they screamin', \"Who's that god?\"\n  We be on the top, careers gettin' too high\n  They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy\n  That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly\n  Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly\n  They askin, \"Who I?\" in front of that triangle black\n  That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat\n  We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission\n  Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission\n  Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'\n  Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Barge Simpson\n  I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'\n  They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'\n  But you got it, you got it bad\n  2Pac, [?]\n  Two watches, that's pocket change\n  Dude coppin' that [?]\n  Credit good, I'ma pull the card out\n  Better be his vasectomy, show 'em how to ball out\n  [?] so they fall out\n  Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house\n  And I gotta give 'em the Lyt\n  My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight\n  Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic\n  Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life\n  Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price\n  Wow, that's a million\n  I'm done\n\n  Que je suis, je suis tres concentre\n"}]