[{"id":26186126,"name":"Thug Nation","trackName":"Thug Nation","artistName":"Black Market Militia","albumName":"Black Market Militia","duration":231.493,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, know what I mean?\nIt's coming down like that, man\nSorry to break up the radio for a minute\nBut it's gotta come down, it's gotta be real\nIt's gotta come from the heart\nAnd I wanna talk to the hood right now\nIf you a thug and you real, motherfucker, speak\n\nI'm like Osama Hussein, hotter than a whole population control\nI'm seeing soldiers fold as I release the scroll\nI spit perpendicular, walking barefoot across peninsulas\nFreeing slaves and prisoners, black market militia\nThis revolution the mission is, free the minds of our listeners\nResurrecting with militants, we ain't begging politicians for nothing\nGovernment funding, coming gunning\nAnd stunning, seeing the D's running\nGod bless us, supreme team, extreme measures\nMacks under mattress, see four in the dressers\nThe D's who wanna test us and Feds wanna arrest us\nFuck professors and they lectures, I'm talking to ancestors\nTrue story, give the glory to God, receive the blessings\nMade in the image of his likeness, my true essence\n\nI blindfold the government with claws and struggle in\nCome from street corners where all day cracks be hustling\nYou can't come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib\nI pay the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police shit\nI got names on bullets in the clip\nThe world ran by the rich, we 'bout to change that shit\nFeel my aura as I walk with a millennium limp\nTalk what I walk, just teaching what I've been taught\nSee sirens show up and outline 'em in chalk\nOGs showed me the ropes and day by day had a coat\nKeep a Ruger in my coat and never ever sniff dope\nOr watch your future go downhill like a ski slope\n\nMy thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\nGet what you can get now before this place burns\nNo, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\nBut believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\nCall me the black menace, slap niggas like I'm playing tennis\nWhen shit pops off, it don't finish\nThere's smoke in the air, you smelling spinach\nI'm sick in the head, I need a clinic, the infinite\n'Cause I rise without the finer things\nLord of the Rings be them corner kings\nWings of wars, hoes cling on, so bring on your whole platoon\nY'all buffoons with a bunch of tunes need to retreat soon\nBlack Theroux, black Othello\nMy clique be the wild fellows from the wildest ghettos\nYeah, armed with angels, protected by a guiding light\nViolent fights, US and dirt eternal silent nights\nFuck it, George Bush is abominations\nSpoken to us by the prophet Daniel\nHere's some instructions for the hood\nI wrote down, call the project manual\nRule one: get arms and don't share what's spoken up\nInside the circles to outsiders\nI don't know why, I know what I know is right\nBut trust me, dog, God'll provide us\nRule two: find out who's who\nSee, Judas hung around Jesus, you don'\nT want the same thing to happen to you\nRule three: fuck storing food\nAsk for nothing, take what you need\nReality, real warriors bleed\nBelieve me, ghetto Jesus sees this\nRule four: there are no more rules, cash rules\nWhat you take us for, some motherfucking fools?\nI got a celestial gun to clap off demons\nSmash on the brakes, the Devil hit the dashboard screaming\nI'm a manic-depressant, I'm on Paxil and Zoloft\nNow the hood don't gotta say nothing, I just took a load off\nAnd watch me cock the sawed-off\n\nMy thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\nGet what you can get now before this place burns\nNo, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\nBut believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\nLet me break it down for you in layman terms\nGet what you can get now before this place burns\nNo, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\nBut believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\nYou are now tuned into the sounds of Black Market Radio\nMy thug nation\nMy thug nation\nMy thug nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Nation\n  artist: Black Market Militia\n  album: Black Market Militia\n  duration_ms: 231493\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, know what I mean?\n  It's coming down like that, man\n  Sorry to break up the radio for a minute\n  But it's gotta come down, it's gotta be real\n  It's gotta come from the heart\n  And I wanna talk to the hood right now\n  If you a thug and you real, motherfucker, speak\n\n  I'm like Osama Hussein, hotter than a whole population control\n  I'm seeing soldiers fold as I release the scroll\n  I spit perpendicular, walking barefoot across peninsulas\n  Freeing slaves and prisoners, black market militia\n  This revolution the mission is, free the minds of our listeners\n  Resurrecting with militants, we ain't begging politicians for nothing\n  Government funding, coming gunning\n  And stunning, seeing the D's running\n  God bless us, supreme team, extreme measures\n  Macks under mattress, see four in the dressers\n  The D's who wanna test us and Feds wanna arrest us\n  Fuck professors and they lectures, I'm talking to ancestors\n  True story, give the glory to God, receive the blessings\n  Made in the image of his likeness, my true essence\n\n  I blindfold the government with claws and struggle in\n  Come from street corners where all day cracks be hustling\n  You can't come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib\n  I pay the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police shit\n  I got names on bullets in the clip\n  The world ran by the rich, we 'bout to change that shit\n  Feel my aura as I walk with a millennium limp\n  Talk what I walk, just teaching what I've been taught\n  See sirens show up and outline 'em in chalk\n  OGs showed me the ropes and day by day had a coat\n  Keep a Ruger in my coat and never ever sniff dope\n  Or watch your future go downhill like a ski slope\n\n  My thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\n  Get what you can get now before this place burns\n  No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\n  But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\n  Call me the black menace, slap niggas like I'm playing tennis\n  When shit pops off, it don't finish\n  There's smoke in the air, you smelling spinach\n  I'm sick in the head, I need a clinic, the infinite\n  'Cause I rise without the finer things\n  Lord of the Rings be them corner kings\n  Wings of wars, hoes cling on, so bring on your whole platoon\n  Y'all buffoons with a bunch of tunes need to retreat soon\n  Black Theroux, black Othello\n  My clique be the wild fellows from the wildest ghettos\n  Yeah, armed with angels, protected by a guiding light\n  Violent fights, US and dirt eternal silent nights\n  Fuck it, George Bush is abominations\n  Spoken to us by the prophet Daniel\n  Here's some instructions for the hood\n  I wrote down, call the project manual\n  Rule one: get arms and don't share what's spoken up\n  Inside the circles to outsiders\n  I don't know why, I know what I know is right\n  But trust me, dog, God'll provide us\n  Rule two: find out who's who\n  See, Judas hung around Jesus, you don'\n  T want the same thing to happen to you\n  Rule three: fuck storing food\n  Ask for nothing, take what you need\n  Reality, real warriors bleed\n  Believe me, ghetto Jesus sees this\n  Rule four: there are no more rules, cash rules\n  What you take us for, some motherfucking fools?\n  I got a celestial gun to clap off demons\n  Smash on the brakes, the Devil hit the dashboard screaming\n  I'm a manic-depressant, I'm on Paxil and Zoloft\n  Now the hood don't gotta say nothing, I just took a load off\n  And watch me cock the sawed-off\n\n  My thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\n  Get what you can get now before this place burns\n  No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\n  But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n  Let me break it down for you in layman terms\n  Get what you can get now before this place burns\n  No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\n  But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\n  You are now tuned into the sounds of Black Market Radio\n  My thug nation\n  My thug nation\n  My thug nation\n"},{"id":30943505,"name":"Thug Nation","trackName":"Thug Nation","artistName":"Black Market Militia","albumName":"The Black Market Militia","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, know what I mean?\nIt's coming down like that, man\nSorry to break up the radio for a minute\nBut it's gotta come down, it's gotta be real\nIt's gotta come from the heart\nAnd I wanna talk to the hood right now\nIf you a thug and you real, motherfucker, speak\n\nI'm like Osama Hussein, hotter than a whole population control\nI'm seeing soldiers fold as I release the scroll\nI spit perpendicular, walking barefoot across peninsulas\nFreeing slaves and prisoners, black market militia\nThis revolution the mission is, free the minds of our listeners\nResurrecting with militants, we ain't begging politicians for nothing\nGovernment funding, coming gunning\nAnd stunning, seeing the D's running\nGod bless us, supreme team, extreme measures\nMacks under mattress, see four in the dressers\nThe D's who wanna test us and Feds wanna arrest us\nFuck professors and they lectures, I'm talking to ancestors\nTrue story, give the glory to God, receive the blessings\nMade in the image of his likeness, my true essence\n\nI blindfold the government with claws and struggle in\nCome from street corners where all day cracks be hustling\nYou can't come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib\nI pay the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police shit\nI got names on bullets in the clip\nThe world ran by the rich, we 'bout to change that shit\nFeel my aura as I walk with a millennium limp\nTalk what I walk, just teaching what I've been taught\nSee sirens show up and outline 'em in chalk\nOGs showed me the ropes and day by day had a coat\nKeep a Ruger in my coat and never ever sniff dope\nOr watch your future go downhill like a ski slope\n\nMy thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\nGet what you can get now before this place burns\nNo, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\nBut believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\nCall me the black menace, slap niggas like I'm playing tennis\nWhen shit pops off, it don't finish\nThere's smoke in the air, you smelling spinach\nI'm sick in the head, I need a clinic, the infinite\n'Cause I rise without the finer things\nLord of the Rings be them corner kings\nWings of wars, hoes cling on, so bring on your whole platoon\nY'all buffoons with a bunch of tunes need to retreat soon\nBlack Theroux, black Othello\nMy clique be the wild fellows from the wildest ghettos\nYeah, armed with angels, protected by a guiding light\nViolent fights, US and dirt eternal silent nights\nFuck it, George Bush is abominations\nSpoken to us by the prophet Daniel\nHere's some instructions for the hood\nI wrote down, call the project manual\nRule one: get arms and don't share what's spoken up\nInside the circles to outsiders\nI don't know why, I know what I know is right\nBut trust me, dog, God'll provide us\nRule two: find out who's who\nSee, Judas hung around Jesus, you don'\nT want the same thing to happen to you\nRule three: fuck storing food\nAsk for nothing, take what you need\nReality, real warriors bleed\nBelieve me, ghetto Jesus sees this\nRule four: there are no more rules, cash rules\nWhat you take us for, some motherfucking fools?\nI got a celestial gun to clap off demons\nSmash on the brakes, the Devil hit the dashboard screaming\nI'm a manic-depressant, I'm on Paxil and Zoloft\nNow the hood don't gotta say nothing, I just took a load off\nAnd watch me cock the sawed-off\n\nMy thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\nGet what you can get now before this place burns\nNo, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\nBut believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\nLet me break it down for you in layman terms\nGet what you can get now before this place burns\nNo, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\nBut believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\nYou are now tuned into the sounds of Black Market Radio\nMy thug nation\nMy thug nation\nMy thug nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Nation\n  artist: Black Market Militia\n  album: The Black Market Militia\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, know what I mean?\n  It's coming down like that, man\n  Sorry to break up the radio for a minute\n  But it's gotta come down, it's gotta be real\n  It's gotta come from the heart\n  And I wanna talk to the hood right now\n  If you a thug and you real, motherfucker, speak\n\n  I'm like Osama Hussein, hotter than a whole population control\n  I'm seeing soldiers fold as I release the scroll\n  I spit perpendicular, walking barefoot across peninsulas\n  Freeing slaves and prisoners, black market militia\n  This revolution the mission is, free the minds of our listeners\n  Resurrecting with militants, we ain't begging politicians for nothing\n  Government funding, coming gunning\n  And stunning, seeing the D's running\n  God bless us, supreme team, extreme measures\n  Macks under mattress, see four in the dressers\n  The D's who wanna test us and Feds wanna arrest us\n  Fuck professors and they lectures, I'm talking to ancestors\n  True story, give the glory to God, receive the blessings\n  Made in the image of his likeness, my true essence\n\n  I blindfold the government with claws and struggle in\n  Come from street corners where all day cracks be hustling\n  You can't come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib\n  I pay the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police shit\n  I got names on bullets in the clip\n  The world ran by the rich, we 'bout to change that shit\n  Feel my aura as I walk with a millennium limp\n  Talk what I walk, just teaching what I've been taught\n  See sirens show up and outline 'em in chalk\n  OGs showed me the ropes and day by day had a coat\n  Keep a Ruger in my coat and never ever sniff dope\n  Or watch your future go downhill like a ski slope\n\n  My thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\n  Get what you can get now before this place burns\n  No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\n  But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\n  Call me the black menace, slap niggas like I'm playing tennis\n  When shit pops off, it don't finish\n  There's smoke in the air, you smelling spinach\n  I'm sick in the head, I need a clinic, the infinite\n  'Cause I rise without the finer things\n  Lord of the Rings be them corner kings\n  Wings of wars, hoes cling on, so bring on your whole platoon\n  Y'all buffoons with a bunch of tunes need to retreat soon\n  Black Theroux, black Othello\n  My clique be the wild fellows from the wildest ghettos\n  Yeah, armed with angels, protected by a guiding light\n  Violent fights, US and dirt eternal silent nights\n  Fuck it, George Bush is abominations\n  Spoken to us by the prophet Daniel\n  Here's some instructions for the hood\n  I wrote down, call the project manual\n  Rule one: get arms and don't share what's spoken up\n  Inside the circles to outsiders\n  I don't know why, I know what I know is right\n  But trust me, dog, God'll provide us\n  Rule two: find out who's who\n  See, Judas hung around Jesus, you don'\n  T want the same thing to happen to you\n  Rule three: fuck storing food\n  Ask for nothing, take what you need\n  Reality, real warriors bleed\n  Believe me, ghetto Jesus sees this\n  Rule four: there are no more rules, cash rules\n  What you take us for, some motherfucking fools?\n  I got a celestial gun to clap off demons\n  Smash on the 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head, I need a clinic, the infinite\n'Cause I rise without the finer things\nLord of the Rings be them corner kings\nWings of wars, hoes cling on, so bring on your whole platoon\nY'all buffoons with a bunch of tunes need to retreat soon\nBlack Theroux, black Othello\nMy clique be the wild fellows from the wildest ghettos\nYeah, armed with angels, protected by a guiding light\nViolent fights, US and dirt eternal silent nights\nFuck it, George Bush is abominations\nSpoken to us by the prophet Daniel\nHere's some instructions for the hood\nI wrote down, call the project manual\nRule one: get arms and don't share what's spoken up\nInside the circles to outsiders\nI don't know why, I know what I know is right\nBut trust me, dog, God'll provide us\nRule two: find out who's who\nSee, Judas hung around Jesus, you don'\nT want the same thing to happen to you\nRule three: fuck storing food\nAsk for nothing, take what you need\nReality, real warriors bleed\nBelieve me, ghetto Jesus sees this\nRule four: there are no more rules, cash rules\nWhat you take us for, some motherfucking fools?\nI got a celestial gun to clap off demons\nSmash on the brakes, the Devil hit the dashboard screaming\nI'm a manic-depressant, I'm on Paxil and Zoloft\nNow the hood don't gotta say nothing, I just took a load off\nAnd watch me cock the sawed-off\n\nMy thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\nGet what you can get now before this place burns\nNo, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\nBut believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\nLet me break it down for you in layman terms\nGet what you can get now before this place burns\nNo, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\nBut believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\nYou are now tuned into the sounds of Black Market Radio\nMy thug nation\nMy thug nation\nMy thug nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Nation\n  artist: Black Market Militia\n  album: The Black 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and they lectures, I'm talking to ancestors\n  True story, give the glory to God, receive the blessings\n  Made in the image of his likeness, my true essence\n\n  I blindfold the government with claws and struggle in\n  Come from street corners where all day cracks be hustling\n  You can't come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib\n  I pay the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police shit\n  I got names on bullets in the clip\n  The world ran by the rich, we 'bout to change that shit\n  Feel my aura as I walk with a millennium limp\n  Talk what I walk, just teaching what I've been taught\n  See sirens show up and outline 'em in chalk\n  OGs showed me the ropes and day by day had a coat\n  Keep a Ruger in my coat and never ever sniff dope\n  Or watch your future go downhill like a ski slope\n\n  My thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\n  Get what you can get now before this place burns\n  No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\n  But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\n  Call me the black menace, slap niggas like I'm playing tennis\n  When shit pops off, it don't finish\n  There's smoke in the air, you smelling spinach\n  I'm sick in the head, I need a clinic, the infinite\n  'Cause I rise without the finer things\n  Lord of the Rings be them corner kings\n  Wings of wars, hoes cling on, so bring on your whole platoon\n  Y'all buffoons with a bunch of tunes need to retreat soon\n  Black Theroux, black Othello\n  My clique be the wild fellows from the wildest ghettos\n  Yeah, armed with angels, protected by a guiding light\n  Violent fights, US and dirt eternal silent nights\n  Fuck it, George Bush is abominations\n  Spoken to us by the prophet Daniel\n  Here's some instructions for the hood\n  I wrote down, call the project manual\n  Rule one: get arms and don't share what's spoken up\n  Inside the circles to outsiders\n  I don't know why, I know what I know is right\n  But trust me, dog, God'll provide us\n  Rule two: find out who's who\n  See, Judas hung around Jesus, you don'\n  T want the same thing to happen to you\n  Rule three: fuck storing food\n  Ask for nothing, take what you need\n  Reality, real warriors bleed\n  Believe me, ghetto Jesus sees this\n  Rule four: there are no more rules, cash rules\n  What you take us for, some motherfucking fools?\n  I got a celestial gun to clap off demons\n  Smash on the brakes, the Devil hit the dashboard screaming\n  I'm a manic-depressant, I'm on Paxil and Zoloft\n  Now the hood don't gotta say nothing, I just took a load off\n  And watch me cock the sawed-off\n\n  My thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms\n  Get what you can get now before this place burns\n  No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\n  But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n  Let me break it down for you in layman terms\n  Get what you can get now before this place burns\n  No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya\n  But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours\n\n  You are now tuned into the sounds of Black Market Radio\n  My thug nation\n  My thug nation\n  My thug nation\n"}]