[{"id":12765187,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"Black Star","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\ned up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.75] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.63] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.54] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.38] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.24] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.09] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.93] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.88] Yes?\n[00:11.81] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.56] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.35] Yes\n[00:18.16] Here we go\n[00:20.82] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.65] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.33] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.02] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.74] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.40] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.20] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.91] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.72] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.43] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.29] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.78] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.67] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.35] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.83] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.54] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.26] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:09.00] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.40] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.30] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.86] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.64] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.39] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.09] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.73] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.50] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.26] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.99] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.67] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.49] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.24] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.80] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.61] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.29] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.11] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.82] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.50] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.23] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.95] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.70] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.42] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.22] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.85] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.52] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.36] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.11] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.79] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.46] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.19] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.99] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.66] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.44] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.14] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.84] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.54] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.18] Good night!\n[02:55.94] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.81] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.07] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.82] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.42] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.14] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.46] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.37] A-nother... 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Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192370\n  end_ms: 199690\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199690\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":33461859,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"Black Star","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behaving like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\nJacking old beats and making the dash\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came with ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\nThe kid got wild, started acting erratic\nHe said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"\nSo, he's in the studio working round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\nHooked up the track and in excitation\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (What?) he was running and he made a left\nWas skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money\nYo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was getting props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\nRaced up the block doing 83\nSome cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\nAnd rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\nWith shades on founded had him astounded and\nBefore long the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd this is the way I got to end this story\nHe was out chasing cream and the American dream\nTrying to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.83] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.10] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:25.99] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:28.41] And people was behaving like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.22] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:33.57] By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.45] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\n[00:39.29] Jacking old beats and making the dash\"\n[00:41.81] They jacked the beats, money came with ease\n[00:44.58] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.00] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.03] Set some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\n[00:52.48] The kid got wild, started acting erratic\n[00:55.24] He said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\n[00:57.57] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[00:59.99] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:02.95] The shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:05.55] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"\n[01:08.59] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:10.94] \"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"\n[01:13.62] So, he's in the studio working round the clock\n[01:15.74] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\n[01:18.75] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.36] Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\n[01:24.23] Hooked up the track and in excitation\n[01:26.66] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.17] But (What?) he was running and he made a left\n[01:31.75] Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\n[01:34.21] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money\n[01:37.39] Yo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:39.90] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:42.49] Opened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\n[01:45.17] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:47.72] Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.16] He said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\n[01:53.11] The chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:55.65] He went outside, was getting props all over\n[01:58.16] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\n[02:00.97] Raced up the block doing 83\n[02:03.20] Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\n[02:06.15] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:08.75] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:11.62] \"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\n[02:14.07] And rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\n[02:16.87] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:19.16] They told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\n[02:21.90] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:24.54] But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:27.14] With shades on founded had him astounded and\n[02:30.22] Before long the young man got surrounded\n[02:32.71] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.34] And this is the way I got to end this story\n[02:37.83] He was out chasing cream and the American dream\n[02:40.26] Trying to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:43.15] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:45.59] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:48.38] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:52.67] Good night!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: Black Star\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20830\n  end_ms: 23100\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23100\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 28410\n- text: And people was behaving like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 28410\n  end_ms: 31220\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31220\n  end_ms: 33570\n- text: By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 33570\n  end_ms: 36450\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash'\n  start_ms: 36450\n  end_ms: 39290\n- text: Jacking old beats and making the dash\"\n  start_ms: 39290\n  end_ms: 41810\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came with ease\n  start_ms: 41810\n  end_ms: 44580\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44580\n  end_ms: 47000\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47000\n  end_ms: 49030\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\n  start_ms: 49030\n  end_ms: 52480\n- text: The kid got wild, started acting erratic\n  start_ms: 52480\n  end_ms: 55240\n- text: He said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\n  start_ms: 55240\n  end_ms: 57570\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 57570\n  end_ms: 59990\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 59990\n  end_ms: 62950\n- text: The shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  start_ms: 62950\n  end_ms: 65550\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"'\n  start_ms: 65550\n  end_ms: 68590\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68590\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"'\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: So, he's in the studio working round the clock\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 75740\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\n  start_ms: 75740\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 81360\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\n  start_ms: 81360\n  end_ms: 84230\n- text: Hooked up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84230\n  end_ms: 86660\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 86660\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: But (What?) he was running and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 91750\n- text: Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\n  start_ms: 91750\n  end_ms: 94210\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money'\n  start_ms: 94210\n  end_ms: 97390\n- text: Yo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\n  start_ms: 97390\n  end_ms: 99900\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 99900\n  end_ms: 102490\n- text: Opened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\n  start_ms: 102490\n  end_ms: 105170\n- text: Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  start_ms: 105170\n  end_ms: 107720\n- text: Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  start_ms: 107720\n  end_ms: 110160\n- text: He said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\n  start_ms: 110160\n  end_ms: 113110\n- text: 'The chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1'\n  start_ms: 113110\n  end_ms: 115650\n- text: He went outside, was getting props all over\n  start_ms: 115650\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120970\n- text: Raced up the block doing 83\n  start_ms: 120970\n  end_ms: 123200\n- text: Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\n  start_ms: 123200\n  end_ms: 126150\n- text: He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  start_ms: 126150\n  end_ms: 128750\n- text: They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  start_ms: 128750\n  end_ms: 131620\n- text: '\"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static'\n  start_ms: 131620\n  end_ms: 134070\n- text: And rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\n  start_ms: 134070\n  end_ms: 136870\n- text: His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  start_ms: 136870\n  end_ms: 139160\n- text: They told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\n  start_ms: 139160\n  end_ms: 141900\n- text: Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  start_ms: 141900\n  end_ms: 144540\n- text: But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\n  start_ms: 144540\n  end_ms: 147140\n- text: With shades on founded had him astounded and\n  start_ms: 147140\n  end_ms: 150220\n- text: Before long the young man got surrounded\n  start_ms: 150220\n  end_ms: 152710\n- text: Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  start_ms: 152710\n  end_ms: 155340\n- text: And this is the way I got to end this story\n  start_ms: 155340\n  end_ms: 157830\n- text: He was out chasing cream and the American dream\n  start_ms: 157830\n  end_ms: 160260\n- text: Trying to pretend the ends justify the means\n  start_ms: 160260\n  end_ms: 163150\n- text: This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  start_ms: 163150\n  end_ms: 165590\n- text: It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  start_ms: 165590\n  end_ms: 168380\n- text: Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  start_ms: 168380\n  end_ms: 172670\n- text: Good night!\n  start_ms: 172670\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behaving like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\n  Jacking old beats and making the dash\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came with ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\n  The kid got wild, started acting erratic\n  He said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  \"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"\n  So, he's in the studio working round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\n  Hooked up the track and in excitation\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (What?) he was running and he made a left\n  Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money\n  Yo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was getting props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\n  Raced up the block doing 83\n  Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\n  And rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\n  With shades on founded had him astounded and\n  Before long the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And this is the way I got to end this story\n  He was out chasing cream and the American dream\n  Trying to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n"},{"id":231628,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behaving like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\nJacking old beats and making the dash\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came with ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\nThe kid got wild, started acting erratic\nHe said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"\nSo, he's in the studio working round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\nHooked up the track and in excitation\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (What?) he was running and he made a left\nWas skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money\nYo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was getting props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\nRaced up the block doing 83\nSome cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\nAnd rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\nWith shades on founded had him astounded and\nBefore long the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd this is the way I got to end this story\nHe was out chasing cream and the American dream\nTrying to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.83] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.10] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:25.99] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:28.41] And people was behaving like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.22] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:33.57] By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.45] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\n[00:39.29] Jacking old beats and making the dash\"\n[00:41.81] They jacked the beats, money came with ease\n[00:44.58] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.00] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.03] Set some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\n[00:52.48] The kid got wild, started acting erratic\n[00:55.24] He said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\n[00:57.57] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[00:59.99] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:02.95] The shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:05.55] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"\n[01:08.59] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:10.94] \"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"\n[01:13.62] So, he's in the studio working round the clock\n[01:15.74] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\n[01:18.75] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.36] Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\n[01:24.23] Hooked up the track and in excitation\n[01:26.66] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.17] But (What?) he was running and he made a left\n[01:31.75] Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\n[01:34.21] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money\n[01:37.39] Yo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:39.90] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:42.49] Opened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\n[01:45.17] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:47.72] Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.16] He said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\n[01:53.11] The chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:55.65] He went outside, was getting props all over\n[01:58.16] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\n[02:00.97] Raced up the block doing 83\n[02:03.20] Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\n[02:06.15] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:08.75] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:11.62] \"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\n[02:14.07] And rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\n[02:16.87] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:19.16] They told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\n[02:21.90] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:24.54] But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:27.14] With shades on founded had him astounded and\n[02:30.22] Before long the young man got surrounded\n[02:32.71] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.34] And this is the way I got to end this story\n[02:37.83] He was out chasing cream and the American dream\n[02:40.26] Trying to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:43.15] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:45.59] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:48.38] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:52.67] Good night!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20830\n  end_ms: 23100\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23100\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 28410\n- text: And people was behaving like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 28410\n  end_ms: 31220\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31220\n  end_ms: 33570\n- text: By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 33570\n  end_ms: 36450\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash'\n  start_ms: 36450\n  end_ms: 39290\n- text: Jacking old beats and making the dash\"\n  start_ms: 39290\n  end_ms: 41810\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came with ease\n  start_ms: 41810\n  end_ms: 44580\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44580\n  end_ms: 47000\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47000\n  end_ms: 49030\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\n  start_ms: 49030\n  end_ms: 52480\n- text: The kid got wild, started acting erratic\n  start_ms: 52480\n  end_ms: 55240\n- text: He said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\n  start_ms: 55240\n  end_ms: 57570\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 57570\n  end_ms: 59990\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 59990\n  end_ms: 62950\n- text: The shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  start_ms: 62950\n  end_ms: 65550\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"'\n  start_ms: 65550\n  end_ms: 68590\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68590\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"'\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: So, he's in the studio working round the clock\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 75740\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\n  start_ms: 75740\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 81360\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\n  start_ms: 81360\n  end_ms: 84230\n- text: Hooked up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84230\n  end_ms: 86660\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 86660\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: But (What?) he was running and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 91750\n- text: Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\n  start_ms: 91750\n  end_ms: 94210\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money'\n  start_ms: 94210\n  end_ms: 97390\n- text: Yo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\n  start_ms: 97390\n  end_ms: 99900\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 99900\n  end_ms: 102490\n- text: Opened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\n  start_ms: 102490\n  end_ms: 105170\n- text: Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  start_ms: 105170\n  end_ms: 107720\n- text: Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  start_ms: 107720\n  end_ms: 110160\n- text: He said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\n  start_ms: 110160\n  end_ms: 113110\n- text: 'The chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1'\n  start_ms: 113110\n  end_ms: 115650\n- text: He went outside, was getting props all over\n  start_ms: 115650\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120970\n- text: Raced up the block doing 83\n  start_ms: 120970\n  end_ms: 123200\n- text: Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\n  start_ms: 123200\n  end_ms: 126150\n- text: He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  start_ms: 126150\n  end_ms: 128750\n- text: They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  start_ms: 128750\n  end_ms: 131620\n- text: '\"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static'\n  start_ms: 131620\n  end_ms: 134070\n- text: And rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\n  start_ms: 134070\n  end_ms: 136870\n- text: His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  start_ms: 136870\n  end_ms: 139160\n- text: They told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\n  start_ms: 139160\n  end_ms: 141900\n- text: Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  start_ms: 141900\n  end_ms: 144540\n- text: But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\n  start_ms: 144540\n  end_ms: 147140\n- text: With shades on founded had him astounded and\n  start_ms: 147140\n  end_ms: 150220\n- text: Before long the young man got surrounded\n  start_ms: 150220\n  end_ms: 152710\n- text: Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  start_ms: 152710\n  end_ms: 155340\n- text: And this is the way I got to end this story\n  start_ms: 155340\n  end_ms: 157830\n- text: He was out chasing cream and the American dream\n  start_ms: 157830\n  end_ms: 160260\n- text: Trying to pretend the ends justify the means\n  start_ms: 160260\n  end_ms: 163150\n- text: This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  start_ms: 163150\n  end_ms: 165590\n- text: It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  start_ms: 165590\n  end_ms: 168380\n- text: Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  start_ms: 168380\n  end_ms: 172670\n- text: Good night!\n  start_ms: 172670\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behaving like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\n  Jacking old beats and making the dash\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came with ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\n  The kid got wild, started acting erratic\n  He said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  \"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"\n  So, he's in the studio working round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\n  Hooked up the track and in excitation\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (What?) he was running and he made a left\n  Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money\n  Yo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was getting props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\n  Raced up the block doing 83\n  Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\n  And rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\n  With shades on founded had him astounded and\n  Before long the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And this is the way I got to end this story\n  He was out chasing cream and the American dream\n  Trying to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n"},{"id":4196117,"name":"Children's Story (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"Children's Story (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"Black Star","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\nEd up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.65] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.53] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.42] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.34] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.20] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.00] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.91] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.82] Yes?\n[00:11.83] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.59] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.39] Yes\n[00:18.17] Here we go\n[00:20.85] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.60] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.33] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.04] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.76] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.49] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.28] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.90] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.79] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.46] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.24] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.79] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.69] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.33] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.86] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.59] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.27] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:08.99] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.64] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.40] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.21] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.89] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.61] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.32] Ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.00] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.73] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.55] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.20] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.92] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.62] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.45] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.22] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.86] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.60] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.29] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.15] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.88] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.59] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.25] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.94] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.74] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.44] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.24] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.88] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.54] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.31] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.17] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.72] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.42] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.14] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.96] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.67] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.49] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.18] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.82] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.52] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.18] Good night!\n[02:55.98] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.80] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.00] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.87] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.44] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.16] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.42] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.35] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.65] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: Black Star\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2720\n  end_ms: 3650\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5420\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5420\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 7200\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7200\n  end_ms: 9000\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9000\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9910\n  end_ms: 10820\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10820\n  end_ms: 11830\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11830\n  end_ms: 14590\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14590\n  end_ms: 16390\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16390\n  end_ms: 18170\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18170\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 23600\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23600\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 29040\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29040\n  end_ms: 31760\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31760\n  end_ms: 34490\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34490\n  end_ms: 36280\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36280\n  end_ms: 39900\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39900\n  end_ms: 41790\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41790\n  end_ms: 44460\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44460\n  end_ms: 47240\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47240\n  end_ms: 49790\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49790\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 63590\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63590\n  end_ms: 66270\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66270\n  end_ms: 68990\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68990\n  end_ms: 71640\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71640\n  end_ms: 73400\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73400\n  end_ms: 76210\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76210\n  end_ms: 79890\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79890\n  end_ms: 81610\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81610\n  end_ms: 84320\n- text: Ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84320\n  end_ms: 87000\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87000\n  end_ms: 89730\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89730\n  end_ms: 92550\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92550\n  end_ms: 95200\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95200\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100620\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100620\n  end_ms: 103450\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192350\n  end_ms: 199650\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199650\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  Ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":6810442,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"Mos Def and Talib Kweli are Black Star","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\nEd up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... 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Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.65] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.53] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.42] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.34] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.20] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.00] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.91] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.82] Yes?\n[00:11.83] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.59] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.39] Yes\n[00:18.17] Here we go\n[00:20.85] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.60] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.33] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.04] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.76] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.49] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.28] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.90] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.79] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.46] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.24] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.79] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.69] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.33] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.86] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.59] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.27] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:08.99] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.64] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.40] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.21] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.89] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.61] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.32] Ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.00] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.73] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.55] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.20] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.92] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.62] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.45] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.22] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.86] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.60] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.29] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.15] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.88] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.59] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.25] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.94] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.74] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.44] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.24] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.88] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.54] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.31] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.17] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.72] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.42] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.14] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.96] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.67] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.49] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.18] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.82] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.52] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.18] Good night!\n[02:55.98] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.80] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.00] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.87] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.44] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.16] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.42] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.35] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.65] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: Mos Def and Talib Kweli are Black Star\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2720\n  end_ms: 3650\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5420\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5420\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 7200\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7200\n  end_ms: 9000\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9000\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9910\n  end_ms: 10820\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10820\n  end_ms: 11830\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11830\n  end_ms: 14590\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14590\n  end_ms: 16390\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16390\n  end_ms: 18170\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18170\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 23600\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23600\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 29040\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29040\n  end_ms: 31760\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31760\n  end_ms: 34490\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34490\n  end_ms: 36280\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36280\n  end_ms: 39900\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39900\n  end_ms: 41790\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41790\n  end_ms: 44460\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44460\n  end_ms: 47240\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47240\n  end_ms: 49790\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49790\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 63590\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63590\n  end_ms: 66270\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66270\n  end_ms: 68990\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68990\n  end_ms: 71640\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71640\n  end_ms: 73400\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73400\n  end_ms: 76210\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76210\n  end_ms: 79890\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79890\n  end_ms: 81610\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81610\n  end_ms: 84320\n- text: Ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84320\n  end_ms: 87000\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87000\n  end_ms: 89730\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89730\n  end_ms: 92550\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92550\n  end_ms: 95200\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95200\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100620\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100620\n  end_ms: 103450\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192350\n  end_ms: 199650\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199650\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  Ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":20625406,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (Parental Advisory)","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\nEd up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... 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Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.65] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.53] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.42] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.34] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.20] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.00] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.91] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.82] Yes?\n[00:11.83] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.59] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.39] Yes\n[00:18.17] Here we go\n[00:20.85] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.60] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.33] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.04] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.76] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.49] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.28] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.90] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.79] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.46] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.24] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.79] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.69] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.33] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.86] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.59] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.27] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:08.99] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.64] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.40] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.21] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.89] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.61] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.32] Ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.00] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.73] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.55] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.20] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.92] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.62] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.45] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.22] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.86] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.60] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.29] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.15] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.88] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.59] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.25] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.94] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.74] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.44] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.24] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.88] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.54] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.31] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.17] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.72] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.42] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.14] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.96] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.67] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.49] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.18] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.82] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.52] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.18] Good night!\n[02:55.98] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.80] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.00] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.87] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.44] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.16] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.42] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.35] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.65] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (Parental Advisory)\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2720\n  end_ms: 3650\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5420\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5420\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 7200\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7200\n  end_ms: 9000\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9000\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9910\n  end_ms: 10820\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10820\n  end_ms: 11830\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11830\n  end_ms: 14590\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14590\n  end_ms: 16390\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16390\n  end_ms: 18170\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18170\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 23600\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23600\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 29040\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29040\n  end_ms: 31760\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31760\n  end_ms: 34490\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34490\n  end_ms: 36280\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36280\n  end_ms: 39900\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39900\n  end_ms: 41790\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41790\n  end_ms: 44460\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44460\n  end_ms: 47240\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47240\n  end_ms: 49790\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49790\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 63590\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63590\n  end_ms: 66270\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66270\n  end_ms: 68990\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68990\n  end_ms: 71640\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71640\n  end_ms: 73400\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73400\n  end_ms: 76210\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76210\n  end_ms: 79890\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79890\n  end_ms: 81610\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81610\n  end_ms: 84320\n- text: Ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84320\n  end_ms: 87000\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87000\n  end_ms: 89730\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89730\n  end_ms: 92550\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92550\n  end_ms: 95200\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95200\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100620\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100620\n  end_ms: 103450\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192350\n  end_ms: 199650\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199650\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  Ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":18021027,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star [44.1-16 CD]","duration":212.6,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\ned up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... 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Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.75] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.63] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.54] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.38] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.24] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.09] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.93] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.88] Yes?\n[00:11.81] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.56] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.35] Yes\n[00:18.16] Here we go\n[00:20.82] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.65] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.33] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.02] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.74] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.40] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.20] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.91] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.72] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.43] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.29] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.78] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.67] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.35] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.83] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.54] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.26] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:09.00] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.40] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.30] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.86] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.64] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.39] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.09] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.73] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.50] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.26] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.99] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.67] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.49] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.24] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.80] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.61] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.29] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.11] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.82] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.50] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.23] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.95] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.70] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.42] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.22] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.85] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.52] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.36] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.11] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.79] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.46] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.19] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.99] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.66] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.44] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.14] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.84] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.54] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.18] Good night!\n[02:55.94] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.81] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.07] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.82] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.42] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.14] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.46] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.37] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.69] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star [44.1-16 CD]\n  duration_ms: 212600\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2750\n  end_ms: 3630\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3630\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 5400\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 6380\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6380\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9090\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9090\n  end_ms: 9930\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9930\n  end_ms: 10880\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10880\n  end_ms: 11810\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11810\n  end_ms: 14560\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14560\n  end_ms: 16350\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16350\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20820\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20820\n  end_ms: 23650\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23650\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 31740\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31740\n  end_ms: 34400\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34400\n  end_ms: 36200\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36200\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 44430\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44430\n  end_ms: 47290\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47290\n  end_ms: 49780\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49780\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 55350\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55350\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 60830\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60830\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 66260\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66260\n  end_ms: 69000\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 69000\n  end_ms: 71680\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71680\n  end_ms: 73400\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73400\n  end_ms: 76300\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76300\n  end_ms: 79860\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79860\n  end_ms: 81640\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81640\n  end_ms: 84390\n- text: ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84390\n  end_ms: 87090\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87090\n  end_ms: 89730\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89730\n  end_ms: 92500\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92500\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97990\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97990\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 103490\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192370\n  end_ms: 199690\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199690\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... 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Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":25040885,"name":"Children's Story [Explicit]","trackName":"Children's Story [Explicit]","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star [Explicit]","duration":212.696969,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\ned up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... 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Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.77] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.67] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.53] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.33] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.20] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.02] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.93] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.84] Yes?\n[00:11.84] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.51] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.36] Yes\n[00:18.18] Here we go\n[00:20.86] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.69] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.37] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.05] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.78] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.44] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.22] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.92] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.78] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.47] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.24] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.76] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.65] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.34] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.86] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.51] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.27] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:08.94] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.41] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.25] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.82] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.61] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.36] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.06] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.75] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.51] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.27] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.92] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.69] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.43] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.22] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.87] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.69] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.20] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.11] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.82] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.52] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.20] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.99] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.76] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.46] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.24] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.81] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.57] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.31] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.13] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.74] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.45] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.12] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.95] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.69] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.43] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.16] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.85] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.59] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.12] Good night!\n[02:55.96] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.87] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.05] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.86] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.40] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.17] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.43] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.30] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.67] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story [Explicit]\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 212697\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2770\n  end_ms: 3670\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3670\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5400\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 6330\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6330\n  end_ms: 7200\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7200\n  end_ms: 9020\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9020\n  end_ms: 9930\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9930\n  end_ms: 10840\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10840\n  end_ms: 11840\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11840\n  end_ms: 14510\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14510\n  end_ms: 16360\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16360\n  end_ms: 18180\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18180\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23690\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23690\n  end_ms: 26370\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26370\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 31780\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31780\n  end_ms: 34440\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34440\n  end_ms: 36220\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36220\n  end_ms: 39920\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39920\n  end_ms: 41780\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41780\n  end_ms: 44470\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44470\n  end_ms: 47240\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47240\n  end_ms: 49760\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49760\n  end_ms: 52650\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52650\n  end_ms: 55340\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55340\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 63510\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63510\n  end_ms: 66270\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66270\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 71680\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71680\n  end_ms: 73410\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73410\n  end_ms: 76250\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76250\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 81610\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81610\n  end_ms: 84360\n- text: ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84360\n  end_ms: 87060\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87060\n  end_ms: 89750\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89750\n  end_ms: 92510\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92510\n  end_ms: 95270\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95270\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100690\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100690\n  end_ms: 103430\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192300\n  end_ms: 199670\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199670\n  end_ms: 208650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208650\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... Mos Def... 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(who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... 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Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.75] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.63] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.54] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.38] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.24] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.09] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.93] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.88] Yes?\n[00:11.81] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.56] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.35] Yes\n[00:18.16] Here we go\n[00:20.82] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.65] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.33] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.02] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.74] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.40] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.20] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.91] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.72] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.43] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.29] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.78] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.67] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.35] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.83] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.54] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.26] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:09.00] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.40] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.30] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.86] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.64] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.39] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.09] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.73] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.50] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.26] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.99] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.67] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.49] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.24] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.80] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.61] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.29] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.11] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.82] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.50] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.23] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.95] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.70] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.42] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.22] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.85] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.52] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.36] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.11] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.79] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.46] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.19] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.99] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.66] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.44] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.14] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.84] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.54] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.18] Good night!\n[02:55.94] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.81] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.07] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.82] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.42] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.14] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.46] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.37] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.69] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star\n  duration_ms: 212600\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2750\n  end_ms: 3630\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3630\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 5400\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 6380\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6380\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9090\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9090\n  end_ms: 9930\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9930\n  end_ms: 10880\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10880\n  end_ms: 11810\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11810\n  end_ms: 14560\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14560\n  end_ms: 16350\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16350\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20820\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20820\n  end_ms: 23650\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23650\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 31740\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31740\n  end_ms: 34400\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34400\n  end_ms: 36200\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36200\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 44430\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44430\n  end_ms: 47290\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47290\n  end_ms: 49780\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49780\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 55350\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55350\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 60830\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60830\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 66260\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66260\n  end_ms: 69000\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 69000\n  end_ms: 71680\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71680\n  end_ms: 73400\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73400\n  end_ms: 76300\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76300\n  end_ms: 79860\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79860\n  end_ms: 81640\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81640\n  end_ms: 84390\n- text: ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84390\n  end_ms: 87090\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87090\n  end_ms: 89730\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89730\n  end_ms: 92500\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92500\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97990\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97990\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 103490\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192370\n  end_ms: 199690\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199690\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... 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Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":32863053,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Mos Def\u0000Talib Kweli","albumName":"Black Star","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\ned up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... 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Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.68] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.53] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.32] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.23] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.08] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.97] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.85] Yes?\n[00:11.89] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.53] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.37] Yes\n[00:18.16] Here we go\n[00:20.85] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.63] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.35] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.04] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.70] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.46] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.27] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.91] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.78] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.45] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.21] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.73] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.61] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.37] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.19] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.89] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.59] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.22] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:08.94] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.45] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.25] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.80] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.69] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.32] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.08] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.75] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.52] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.21] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.92] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.69] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.47] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.25] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.84] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.61] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.25] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.10] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.88] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.56] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.28] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.94] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.78] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.42] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.25] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.86] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.51] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.35] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.16] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.73] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.49] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.15] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.99] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.63] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.44] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.18] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.85] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.53] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.13] Good night!\n[02:55.98] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.85] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.05] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.87] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.42] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.11] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.41] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.34] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.66] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: \"Mos Def\\0Talib Kweli\"\n  album: Black Star\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3680\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3680\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5400\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 6320\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6320\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 9080\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9080\n  end_ms: 9970\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9970\n  end_ms: 10850\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10850\n  end_ms: 11890\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11890\n  end_ms: 14530\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14530\n  end_ms: 16370\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 23630\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23630\n  end_ms: 26350\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26350\n  end_ms: 29040\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29040\n  end_ms: 31700\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31700\n  end_ms: 34460\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34460\n  end_ms: 36270\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36270\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 41780\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41780\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 47210\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47210\n  end_ms: 49730\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49730\n  end_ms: 52610\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52610\n  end_ms: 55370\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55370\n  end_ms: 58190\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58190\n  end_ms: 60890\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60890\n  end_ms: 63590\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63590\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 71680\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71680\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 76250\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76250\n  end_ms: 79800\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79800\n  end_ms: 81690\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81690\n  end_ms: 84320\n- text: ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84320\n  end_ms: 87080\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87080\n  end_ms: 89750\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89750\n  end_ms: 92520\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92520\n  end_ms: 95210\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95210\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100690\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100690\n  end_ms: 103470\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192340\n  end_ms: 199660\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199660\n  end_ms: 208620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208620\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... 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Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":33368967,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Mos Def and Talib Kweli","albumName":"Black Star","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\ned up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... 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Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.68] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.53] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.32] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.23] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.08] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.97] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.85] Yes?\n[00:11.89] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.53] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.37] Yes\n[00:18.16] Here we go\n[00:20.85] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.63] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.35] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.04] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.70] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.46] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.27] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.91] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.78] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.45] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.21] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.73] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.61] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.37] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.19] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.89] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.59] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.22] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:08.94] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.45] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.25] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.80] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.69] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.32] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.08] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.75] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.52] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.21] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.92] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.69] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.47] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.25] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.84] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.61] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.25] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.10] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.88] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.56] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.28] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.94] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.78] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.42] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.25] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.86] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.51] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.35] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.16] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.73] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.49] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.15] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.99] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.63] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.44] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.18] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.85] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.53] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.13] Good night!\n[02:55.98] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.85] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.05] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.87] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.42] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.11] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.41] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.34] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.66] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Mos Def and Talib Kweli\n  album: Black Star\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3680\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3680\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5400\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 6320\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6320\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 9080\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9080\n  end_ms: 9970\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9970\n  end_ms: 10850\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10850\n  end_ms: 11890\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11890\n  end_ms: 14530\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14530\n  end_ms: 16370\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 23630\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23630\n  end_ms: 26350\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26350\n  end_ms: 29040\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29040\n  end_ms: 31700\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31700\n  end_ms: 34460\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34460\n  end_ms: 36270\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36270\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 41780\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41780\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 47210\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47210\n  end_ms: 49730\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49730\n  end_ms: 52610\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52610\n  end_ms: 55370\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55370\n  end_ms: 58190\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58190\n  end_ms: 60890\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60890\n  end_ms: 63590\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63590\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 71680\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71680\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 76250\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76250\n  end_ms: 79800\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79800\n  end_ms: 81690\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81690\n  end_ms: 84320\n- text: ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84320\n  end_ms: 87080\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87080\n  end_ms: 89750\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89750\n  end_ms: 92520\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92520\n  end_ms: 95210\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95210\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100690\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100690\n  end_ms: 103470\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192340\n  end_ms: 199660\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199660\n  end_ms: 208620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208620\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... 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Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":26502893,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Blackstar","albumName":"Black Star","duration":212.405,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\ned up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... 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Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.75] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.63] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.54] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.38] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.24] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.09] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.93] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.88] Yes?\n[00:11.81] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.56] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.35] Yes\n[00:18.16] Here we go\n[00:20.82] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.65] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.33] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.02] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.74] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.40] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.20] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.91] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.72] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.43] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.29] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.78] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.67] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.35] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.83] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.54] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.26] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:09.00] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.40] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.30] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.86] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.64] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.39] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.09] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.73] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.50] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.26] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.99] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.67] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.49] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.24] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.80] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.61] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.29] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.11] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.82] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.50] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.23] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.95] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.70] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.42] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.22] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.85] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.52] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.36] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.11] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.79] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.46] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.19] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.99] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.66] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.44] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.14] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.84] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.54] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.18] Good night!\n[02:55.94] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.81] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.07] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.82] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.42] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.14] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.46] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.37] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.69] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Blackstar\n  album: Black Star\n  duration_ms: 212405\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2750\n  end_ms: 3630\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3630\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 5400\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 6380\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6380\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9090\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9090\n  end_ms: 9930\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9930\n  end_ms: 10880\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10880\n  end_ms: 11810\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11810\n  end_ms: 14560\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14560\n  end_ms: 16350\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16350\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20820\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20820\n  end_ms: 23650\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23650\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 31740\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31740\n  end_ms: 34400\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34400\n  end_ms: 36200\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36200\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 44430\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44430\n  end_ms: 47290\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47290\n  end_ms: 49780\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49780\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 55350\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55350\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 60830\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60830\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 66260\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66260\n  end_ms: 69000\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 69000\n  end_ms: 71680\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71680\n  end_ms: 73400\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73400\n  end_ms: 76300\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76300\n  end_ms: 79860\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79860\n  end_ms: 81640\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81640\n  end_ms: 84390\n- text: ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84390\n  end_ms: 87090\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87090\n  end_ms: 89730\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89730\n  end_ms: 92500\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92500\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97990\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97990\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 103490\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192370\n  end_ms: 199690\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199690\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":25468616,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Black Star","albumName":"The Samples","duration":212.66925,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Once upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behaving like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\nJacking old beats and making the dash\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came with ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\nThe kid got wild, started acting erratic\nHe said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"\nSo, he's in the studio working round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\nHooked up the track and in excitation\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (What?) he was running and he made a left\nWas skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money\nYo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was getting props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\nRaced up the block doing 83\nSome cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\nAnd rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\nWith shades on founded had him astounded and\nBefore long the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd this is the way I got to end this story\nHe was out chasing cream and the American dream\nTrying to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.83] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.10] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:25.99] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:28.41] And people was behaving like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.22] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:33.57] By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.45] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\n[00:39.29] Jacking old beats and making the dash\"\n[00:41.81] They jacked the beats, money came with ease\n[00:44.58] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.00] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.03] Set some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\n[00:52.48] The kid got wild, started acting erratic\n[00:55.24] He said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\n[00:57.57] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[00:59.99] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:02.95] The shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:05.55] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"\n[01:08.59] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:10.94] \"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"\n[01:13.62] So, he's in the studio working round the clock\n[01:15.74] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\n[01:18.75] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.36] Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\n[01:24.23] Hooked up the track and in excitation\n[01:26.66] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.17] But (What?) he was running and he made a left\n[01:31.75] Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\n[01:34.21] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money\n[01:37.39] Yo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:39.90] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:42.49] Opened up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)\n[01:45.17] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:47.72] Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.16] He said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\n[01:53.11] The chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:55.65] He went outside, was getting props all over\n[01:58.16] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\n[02:00.97] Raced up the block doing 83\n[02:03.20] Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\n[02:06.15] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:08.75] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:11.62] \"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\n[02:14.07] And rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\n[02:16.87] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:19.16] They told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\n[02:21.90] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:24.54] But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:27.14] With shades on founded had him astounded and\n[02:30.22] Before long the young man got surrounded\n[02:32.71] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.34] And this is the way I got to end this story\n[02:37.83] He was out chasing cream and the American dream\n[02:40.26] Trying to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:43.15] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:45.59] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:48.38] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:52.67] Good night!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Black Star\n  album: The Samples\n  duration_ms: 212669\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20830\n  end_ms: 23100\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23100\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 28410\n- text: And people was behaving like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 28410\n  end_ms: 31220\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31220\n  end_ms: 33570\n- text: By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 33570\n  end_ms: 36450\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash'\n  start_ms: 36450\n  end_ms: 39290\n- text: Jacking old beats and making the dash\"\n  start_ms: 39290\n  end_ms: 41810\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came with ease\n  start_ms: 41810\n  end_ms: 44580\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44580\n  end_ms: 47000\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47000\n  end_ms: 49030\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for \"Deep Cover\" (187!)\n  start_ms: 49030\n  end_ms: 52480\n- text: The kid got wild, started acting erratic\n  start_ms: 52480\n  end_ms: 55240\n- text: He said \"Yo, that presidential I got to have it\"\n  start_ms: 55240\n  end_ms: 57570\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 57570\n  end_ms: 59990\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 59990\n  end_ms: 62950\n- text: The shiny A&R said \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  start_ms: 62950\n  end_ms: 65550\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me\"'\n  start_ms: 65550\n  end_ms: 68590\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68590\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all of these other niggas!\"'\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: So, he's in the studio working round the clock\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 75740\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'\n  start_ms: 75740\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 81360\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her\n  start_ms: 81360\n  end_ms: 84230\n- text: Hooked up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84230\n  end_ms: 86660\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 86660\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: But (What?) he was running and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 91750\n- text: Was skeezing at top speed and ran into Mos Def\n  start_ms: 91750\n  end_ms: 94210\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo money'\n  start_ms: 94210\n  end_ms: 97390\n- text: Yo, why you selling lies to our wives and children?\"\n  start_ms: 97390\n  end_ms: 99900\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 99900\n  end_ms: 102490\n- text: Opened up the door then guess who he saw? 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(Who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said \"This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"Thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was getting props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover\n  Raced up the block doing 83\n  Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is cling static\n  And rolling out in Brooklyn late night is problematic\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid \"Back down, that player shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on\n  With shades on founded had him astounded and\n  Before long the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And this is the way I got to end this story\n  He was out chasing cream and the American dream\n  Trying to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n"},{"id":36239735,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Mos Def & Talib Kweli","albumName":"Are Black Star","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\ned up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.68] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.53] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.32] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.23] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.08] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.97] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.85] Yes?\n[00:11.89] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.53] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.37] Yes\n[00:18.16] Here we go\n[00:20.85] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.63] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.35] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.04] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.70] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.46] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.27] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.91] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.78] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.45] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.21] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.73] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.61] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.37] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.19] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.89] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.59] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.22] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:08.94] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.45] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.25] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.80] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.69] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.32] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.08] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.75] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.52] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.21] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.92] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.69] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.47] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.25] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.84] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.61] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.25] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.10] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.88] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.56] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.28] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.94] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.78] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.42] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.25] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.86] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.51] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.35] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.16] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.73] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.49] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.15] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.99] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.63] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.44] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.18] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.85] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.53] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.13] Good night!\n[02:55.98] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.85] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.05] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.87] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.42] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.11] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.41] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.34] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.66] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Mos Def & Talib Kweli\n  album: Are Black Star\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3680\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3680\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5400\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 6320\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6320\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 9080\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9080\n  end_ms: 9970\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9970\n  end_ms: 10850\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10850\n  end_ms: 11890\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11890\n  end_ms: 14530\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14530\n  end_ms: 16370\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 23630\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23630\n  end_ms: 26350\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26350\n  end_ms: 29040\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29040\n  end_ms: 31700\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31700\n  end_ms: 34460\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34460\n  end_ms: 36270\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36270\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 41780\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41780\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 47210\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47210\n  end_ms: 49730\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49730\n  end_ms: 52610\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52610\n  end_ms: 55370\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55370\n  end_ms: 58190\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58190\n  end_ms: 60890\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60890\n  end_ms: 63590\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63590\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 71680\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71680\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 76250\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76250\n  end_ms: 79800\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79800\n  end_ms: 81690\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81690\n  end_ms: 84320\n- text: ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84320\n  end_ms: 87080\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87080\n  end_ms: 89750\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89750\n  end_ms: 92520\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92520\n  end_ms: 95210\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95210\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100690\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100690\n  end_ms: 103470\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192340\n  end_ms: 199660\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199660\n  end_ms: 208620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208620\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"},{"id":31582911,"name":"Children's Story","trackName":"Children's Story","artistName":"Blackstar","albumName":"Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\nLike pow! pow! pow!\nWhaaaaa?!\nAlright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\nIt's time to go to bed y'all\nTime to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\nYou know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\nUncle Mos?\nYes?\nWould you read us a bedtime story please?\nOkay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\nYes\nHere we go\n\nOnce upon a time not long ago\nWhen people wore Adidas and lived life slow\nWhen laws were stern and justice stood\nAnd people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\nThere lived a little boy who was misled\nBy a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n\"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\nThey jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\nBut son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\nHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\nSet some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\nThe kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\nHe said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\nWith liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\nBut little did he know that his joints was wack\nThe shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\nThe kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n\"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\nSo, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\nFor pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\nWas out in the street when he met this sister\nWho couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\ned up the track and in excitation\n\nHe decided he'd head for the radio station\nBut (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\nWas skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\nI slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n\"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\nHe ran upstairs up to the top floor\nOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\nJane the chickenhead radio host\nWho be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\nHe said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\nThe chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\nHe went outside, was gettin' props all over\nThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\nRaced up the block doin' 83\n\nSome cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\nHe winked his eye like his star status mattered\nThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n\"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n\"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\nHis eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\nThey told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\nDeep in his heart, he knew he was gone\nBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\nWit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\nBefore long, the young man got surrounded\nThose grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\nAnd that is the way I got ta end this story\nHe was out chasin' cream and the american dream\nTryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\nThis ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\nIt's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\nLife is more than what your hands can grasp\nGood night!\n\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\nKnock 'em out\nA-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\nPresentation... crumbs!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.75] And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n[00:03.63] Like pow! pow! pow!\n[00:04.54] Whaaaaa?!\n[00:05.40] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n[00:06.38] It's time to go to bed y'all\n[00:07.24] Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n[00:09.09] You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n[00:09.93] Uncle Mos?\n[00:10.88] Yes?\n[00:11.81] Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n[00:14.56] Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n[00:16.35] Yes\n[00:18.16] Here we go\n[00:20.82] Once upon a time not long ago\n[00:23.65] When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n[00:26.33] When laws were stern and justice stood\n[00:29.02] And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n[00:31.74] There lived a little boy who was misled\n[00:34.40] By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n[00:36.20] \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n[00:39.91] \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n[00:41.72] They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n[00:44.43] But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n[00:47.29] He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.78] Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n[00:52.67] The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n[00:55.35] He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n[00:58.10] With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n[01:00.83] But little did he know that his joints was wack\n[01:03.54] The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n[01:06.26] \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n[01:09.00] The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n[01:11.68] \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n[01:13.40] So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n[01:16.30] For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n[01:19.86] Was out in the street when he met this sister\n[01:21.64] Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n[01:24.39] ed up the track and in excitation\n[01:27.09] He decided he'd head for the radio station\n[01:29.73] But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n[01:32.50] Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n[01:35.26] I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n[01:37.99] \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n[01:40.67] He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n[01:43.49] Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n[01:45.24] Jane the chickenhead radio host\n[01:48.80] Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n[01:50.61] He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n[01:54.29] The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n[01:56.11] He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n[01:58.82] Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n[02:01.50] Raced up the block doin' 83\n[02:04.23] Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n[02:06.95] He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n[02:09.70] They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n[02:12.42] \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n[02:14.22] \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n[02:17.85] His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n[02:20.52] They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n[02:23.36] Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n[02:25.11] But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n[02:28.79] Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n[02:31.46] Before long, the young man got surrounded\n[02:34.19] Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n[02:35.99] And that is the way I got ta end this story\n[02:38.66] He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n[02:41.44] Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n[02:44.14] This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n[02:46.84] It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n[02:49.54] Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n[02:53.18] Good night!\n[02:55.94] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[02:56.81] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:00.07] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:03.82] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:06.42] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:09.14] Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n[03:11.46] Knock 'em out\n[03:12.37] A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n[03:19.69] Presentation... crumbs!\n[03:28.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Children's Story\n  artist: Blackstar\n  album: Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  start_ms: 2750\n  end_ms: 3630\n- text: Like pow! pow! pow!\n  start_ms: 3630\n  end_ms: 4540\n- text: Whaaaaa?!\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 5400\n- text: Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 6380\n- text: It's time to go to bed y'all\n  start_ms: 6380\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9090\n- text: You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 9090\n  end_ms: 9930\n- text: Uncle Mos?\n  start_ms: 9930\n  end_ms: 10880\n- text: Yes?\n  start_ms: 10880\n  end_ms: 11810\n- text: Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  start_ms: 11810\n  end_ms: 14560\n- text: Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  start_ms: 14560\n  end_ms: 16350\n- text: Yes\n  start_ms: 16350\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20820\n- text: Once upon a time not long ago\n  start_ms: 20820\n  end_ms: 23650\n- text: When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  start_ms: 23650\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: When laws were stern and justice stood\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 31740\n- text: There lived a little boy who was misled\n  start_ms: 31740\n  end_ms: 34400\n- text: By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n  start_ms: 34400\n  end_ms: 36200\n- text: '\"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"'\n  start_ms: 36200\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: '\"Jackin'' old beats and makin'' the dash...\"'\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 44430\n- text: But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n  start_ms: 44430\n  end_ms: 47290\n- text: He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 47290\n  end_ms: 49780\n- text: Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  start_ms: 49780\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 55350\n- text: 'He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"'\n  start_ms: 55350\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 60830\n- text: But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  start_ms: 60830\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: 'The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"'\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 66260\n- text: '\"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"'\n  start_ms: 66260\n  end_ms: 69000\n- text: The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n  start_ms: 69000\n  end_ms: 71680\n- text: '\"I''ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"'\n  start_ms: 71680\n  end_ms: 73400\n- text: So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  start_ms: 73400\n  end_ms: 76300\n- text: For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  start_ms: 76300\n  end_ms: 79860\n- text: Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  start_ms: 79860\n  end_ms: 81640\n- text: Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  start_ms: 81640\n  end_ms: 84390\n- text: ed up the track and in excitation\n  start_ms: 84390\n  end_ms: 87090\n- text: He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  start_ms: 87090\n  end_ms: 89730\n- text: But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  start_ms: 89730\n  end_ms: 92500\n- text: Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  start_ms: 92500\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: 'I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"'\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97990\n- text: '\"Yo, why you sellin'' lies to our wives and children?\"'\n  start_ms: 97990\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 103490\n- text: Opened up the door then guess what he saw? 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Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  start_ms: 192370\n  end_ms: 199690\n- text: Presentation... crumbs!\n  start_ms: 199690\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em\n  Like pow! pow! pow!\n  Whaaaaa?!\n  Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that\n  It's time to go to bed y'all\n  Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that\n  You know what time it is, you know what time it is\n\n  Uncle Mos?\n  Yes?\n  Would you read us a bedtime story please?\n  Okay, okay, okay, y'all tucked in?\n  Yes\n  Here we go\n\n  Once upon a time not long ago\n  When people wore Adidas and lived life slow\n  When laws were stern and justice stood\n  And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good\n  There lived a little boy who was misled\n  By a little sha-tan and this is what he said\n\n  \"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash\"\n  \"Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash...\"\n  They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease\n  But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease\n\n  He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder\n  Set some R&B over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)\n  The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic\n  He said: \"Yo, that presidential I got ta have it...\"\n  With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track\n\n  But little did he know that his joints was wack\n  The shiny a & r said: \"Great new hit, G!\"\n  \"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...\"\n  The kid got amped and he starts to figure\n\n  \"I'ma get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!\"\n  So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock\n  For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock'\n  Was out in the street when he met this sister\n  Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister\n  ed up the track and in excitation\n\n  He decided he'd head for the radio station\n  But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a left\n  Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into mos def\n  I slowed the young man down and I started: \"Yo, money\"\n  \"Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?\"\n\n  He ran upstairs up to the top floor\n  Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who?)\n  Jane the chickenhead radio host\n  Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast\n  He said: \"This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!\"\n  The chicken said \"thanks\" and spanked it #1\n  He went outside, was gettin' props all over\n  Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover\n  Raced up the block doin' 83\n\n  Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d\n  He winked his eye like his star status mattered\n  They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter\n  \"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static\"\n  \"And rollin' down to brooklyn late night is problematic...\"\n  His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said\n  They told the kid: \"Back down, that playa shit is dead\"\n  Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone\n  But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on\n\n  Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'\n  Before long, the young man got surrounded\n  Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory\n  And that is the way I got ta end this story\n  He was out chasin' cream and the american dream\n  Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means\n  This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh\n  It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass\n  Life is more than what your hands can grasp\n  Good night!\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out the box, Mos, knock 'em out, Mos\n  Knock 'em out\n  A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star Movement\n  Presentation... crumbs!\n"}]