[{"id":12007257,"name":"Time Is Running Out","trackName":"Time Is Running Out","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Time's Runnin' Out","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\nAnd as the days of the two-oh approach\nI drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\nAnd decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\nWe living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\nWe still trickin out, jerkin out\nHalf the project workin out\nThey buildin underground cities\nWhile we concerned about seein titties\nWith they secret, commities, and society, orders\nThey carryin out the slaughter\nPicture your daughter on State's for a quarter\nMy old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\nGot caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\nThe government knew then about the lasting effects\nAnd they cut off his checks\nand if he wild out he'll be murdered\nOr possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\nWhere they got em under on roof\nWhere they can conceal the proof\nYou can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\nDamn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nTime for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\nout in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\nUnfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\nThis whole world is based on hypocrisy\nIt's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\nExtort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\nand tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\nwrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\nThe ground breathes in the fumes of death\nClouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\nWe travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\nWe let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\nInformation like computer generation, see\nProper Education Always Causes Elevation\nIt's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\nGovernment assassination, written in revelation\n\n(Grand Puba)\nPardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\nyour brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\nEvery ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\ntake heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\nNow we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\nMakes us, fearless endearless\nRecklessness makes us careless\nThis idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\nperiodically destroys us psychologically\nCipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\nLike a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\nWe all been inject now we all become infected\nWays and action of our people is the way that we detect it\nIt's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\nTaking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\nBut we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\nThat's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nCause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\nby simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\nAt home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\nThey tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n(Grand Puba)\nIt be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\nMaking the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\nlike Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\nIt's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nWe goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\nCause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\nFinal Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\nBefore we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Time Is Running Out\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Time's Runnin' Out\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  And as the days of the two-oh approach\n  I drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\n  And decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\n  We living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\n  We still trickin out, jerkin out\n  Half the project workin out\n  They buildin underground cities\n  While we concerned about seein titties\n  With they secret, commities, and society, orders\n  They carryin out the slaughter\n  Picture your daughter on State's for a quarter\n  My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\n  Got caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\n  The government knew then about the lasting effects\n  And they cut off his checks\n  and if he wild out he'll be murdered\n  Or possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\n  Where they got em under on roof\n  Where they can conceal the proof\n  You can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\n  Damn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  Time for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\n  out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\n  Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\n  This whole world is based on hypocrisy\n  It's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\n  Extort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\n  and tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\n  wrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\n  The ground breathes in the fumes of death\n  Clouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\n  We travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\n  We let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\n  Information like computer generation, see\n  Proper Education Always Causes Elevation\n  It's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\n  Government assassination, written in revelation\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Pardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\n  your brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\n  Every ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\n  take heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\n  Now we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\n  Makes us, fearless endearless\n  Recklessness makes us careless\n  This idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\n  periodically destroys us psychologically\n  Cipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\n  Like a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\n  We all been inject now we all become infected\n  Ways and action of our people is the way that we detect it\n  It's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\n  Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\n  But we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\n  That's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  Cause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\n  by simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\n  At home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\n  They tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  It be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\n  Making the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\n  like Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\n  It's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  We goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\n  Cause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\n  Final Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\n  Before we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n"},{"id":9520106,"name":"Time Is Running Out","trackName":"Time Is Running Out","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Slam The Soundtrack-RETAiL CD","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\nAnd as the days of the two-oh approach\nI drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\nAnd decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\nWe living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\nWe still trickin out, jerkin out\nHalf the project workin out\nThey buildin underground cities\nWhile we concerned about seein titties\nWith they secret, commities, and society, orders\nThey carryin out the slaughter\nPicture your daughter on State's for a quarter\nMy old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\nGot caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\nThe government knew then about the lasting effects\nAnd they cut off his checks\nand if he wild out he'll be murdered\nOr possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\nWhere they got em under on roof\nWhere they can conceal the proof\nYou can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\nDamn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nTime for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\nout in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\nUnfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\nThis whole world is based on hypocrisy\nIt's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\nExtort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\nand tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\nwrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\nThe ground breathes in the fumes of death\nClouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\nWe travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\nWe let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\nInformation like computer generation, see\nProper Education Always Causes Elevation\nIt's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\nGovernment assassination, written in revelation\n\n(Grand Puba)\nPardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\nyour brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\nEvery ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\ntake heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\nNow we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\nMakes us, fearless endearless\nRecklessness makes us careless\nThis idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\nperiodically destroys us psychologically\nCipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\nLike a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\nWe all been inject now we all become infected\nWays and action of our people is the way that we detect it\nIt's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\nTaking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\nBut we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\nThat's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nCause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\nby simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\nAt home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\nThey tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n(Grand Puba)\nIt be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\nMaking the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\nlike Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\nIt's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nWe goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\nCause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\nFinal Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\nBefore we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Time Is Running Out\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Slam The Soundtrack-RETAiL CD\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  And as the days of the two-oh approach\n  I drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\n  And decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\n  We living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\n  We still trickin out, jerkin out\n  Half the project workin out\n  They buildin underground cities\n  While we concerned about seein titties\n  With they secret, commities, and society, orders\n  They carryin out the slaughter\n  Picture your daughter on State's for a quarter\n  My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\n  Got caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\n  The government knew then about the lasting effects\n  And they cut off his checks\n  and if he wild out he'll be murdered\n  Or possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\n  Where they got em under on roof\n  Where they can conceal the proof\n  You can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\n  Damn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  Time for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\n  out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\n  Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\n  This whole world is based on hypocrisy\n  It's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\n  Extort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\n  and tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\n  wrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\n  The ground breathes in the fumes of death\n  Clouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\n  We travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\n  We let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\n  Information like computer generation, see\n  Proper Education Always Causes Elevation\n  It's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\n  Government assassination, written in revelation\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Pardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\n  your brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\n  Every ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\n  take heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\n  Now we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\n  Makes us, fearless endearless\n  Recklessness makes us careless\n  This idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\n  periodically destroys us psychologically\n  Cipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\n  Like a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\n  We all been inject now we all become infected\n  Ways and action of our people is the way that we detect it\n  It's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\n  Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\n  But we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\n  That's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  Cause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\n  by simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\n  At home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\n  They tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  It be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\n  Making the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\n  like Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\n  It's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  We goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\n  Cause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\n  Final Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\n  Before we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n"},{"id":33437517,"name":"Time Is Running Out","trackName":"Time Is Running Out","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Slam","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\nAnd as the days of the two-oh approach\nI drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\nAnd decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\nWe living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\nWe still trickin out, jerkin out\nHalf the project workin out\nThey buildin underground cities\nWhile we concerned about seein titties\nWith they secret, commities, and society, orders\nThey carryin out the slaughter\nPicture your daughter on State's for a quarter\nMy old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\nGot caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\nThe government knew then about the lasting effects\nAnd they cut off his checks\nand if he wild out he'll be murdered\nOr possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\nWhere they got em under on roof\nWhere they can conceal the proof\nYou can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\nDamn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nTime for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\nout in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\nUnfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\nThis whole world is based on hypocrisy\nIt's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\nExtort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\nand tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\nwrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\nThe ground breathes in the fumes of death\nClouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\nWe travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\nWe let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\nInformation like computer generation, see\nProper Education Always Causes Elevation\nIt's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\nGovernment assassination, written in revelation\n\n(Grand Puba)\nPardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\nyour brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\nEvery ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\ntake heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\nNow we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\nMakes us, fearless endearless\nRecklessness makes us careless\nThis idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\nperiodically destroys us psychologically\nCipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\nLike a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\nWe all been inject now we all become infected\nWays and action of our people is the way that we detect it\nIt's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\nTaking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\nBut we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\nThat's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nCause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\nby simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\nAt home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\nThey tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n(Grand Puba)\nIt be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\nMaking the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\nlike Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\nIt's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nWe goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\nCause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\nFinal Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\nBefore we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Time Is Running Out\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Slam\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  And as the days of the two-oh approach\n  I drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\n  And decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\n  We living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\n  We still trickin out, jerkin out\n  Half the project workin out\n  They buildin underground cities\n  While we concerned about seein titties\n  With they secret, commities, and society, orders\n  They carryin out the slaughter\n  Picture your daughter on State's for a quarter\n  My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\n  Got caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\n  The government knew then about the lasting effects\n  And they cut off his checks\n  and if he wild out he'll be murdered\n  Or possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\n  Where they got em under on roof\n  Where they can conceal the proof\n  You can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\n  Damn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  Time for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\n  out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\n  Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\n  This whole world is based on hypocrisy\n  It's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\n  Extort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\n  and tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\n  wrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\n  The ground breathes in the fumes of death\n  Clouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\n  We travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\n  We let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\n  Information like computer generation, see\n  Proper Education Always Causes Elevation\n  It's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\n  Government assassination, written in revelation\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Pardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\n  your brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\n  Every ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\n  take heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\n  Now we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\n  Makes us, fearless endearless\n  Recklessness makes us careless\n  This idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\n  periodically destroys us psychologically\n  Cipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\n  Like a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\n  We all been inject now we all become infected\n  Ways and action of our people is the way that we detect it\n  It's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\n  Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\n  But we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\n  That's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  Cause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\n  by simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\n  At home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\n  They tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  It be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\n  Making the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\n  like Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\n  It's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  We goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\n  Cause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\n  Final Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\n  Before we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n"},{"id":28878952,"name":"Time Is Running Out","trackName":"Time Is Running Out","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Slam [Clean]","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\nAnd as the days of the two-oh approach\nI drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\nAnd decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\nWe living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\nWe still trickin out, jerkin out\nHalf the project workin out\nThey buildin underground cities\nWhile we concerned about seein titties\nWith they secret, commities, and society, orders\nThey carryin out the slaughter\nPicture your daughter on State's for a quarter\nMy old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\nGot caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\nThe government knew then about the lasting effects\nAnd they cut off his checks\nand if he wild out he'll be murdered\nOr possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\nWhere they got em under on roof\nWhere they can conceal the proof\nYou can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\nDamn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nTime for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\nout in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\nUnfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\nThis whole world is based on hypocrisy\nIt's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\nExtort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\nand tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\nwrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\nThe ground breathes in the fumes of death\nClouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\nWe travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\nWe let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\nInformation like computer generation, see\nProper Education Always Causes Elevation\nIt's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\nGovernment assassination, written in revelation\n\n(Grand Puba)\nPardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\nyour brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\nEvery ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\ntake heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\nNow we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\nMakes us, fearless endearless\nRecklessness makes us careless\nThis idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\nperiodically destroys us psychologically\nCipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\nLike a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\nWe all been inject now we all become infected\nWays and action of our people is the way that we detect it\nIt's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\nTaking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\nBut we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\nThat's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nCause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\nby simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\nAt home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\nThey tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n(Grand Puba)\nIt be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\nMaking the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\nlike Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\nIt's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nWe goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\nCause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\nFinal Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\nBefore we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Time Is Running Out\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Slam [Clean]\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  And as the days of the two-oh approach\n  I drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\n  And decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\n  We living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\n  We still trickin out, jerkin out\n  Half the project workin out\n  They buildin underground cities\n  While we concerned about seein titties\n  With they secret, commities, and society, orders\n  They carryin out the slaughter\n  Picture your daughter on State's for a quarter\n  My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\n  Got caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\n  The government knew then about the lasting effects\n  And they cut off his checks\n  and if he wild out he'll be murdered\n  Or possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\n  Where they got em under on roof\n  Where they can conceal the proof\n  You can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\n  Damn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  Time for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\n  out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\n  Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\n  This whole world is based on hypocrisy\n  It's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\n  Extort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\n  and tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\n  wrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\n  The ground breathes in the fumes of death\n  Clouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\n  We travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\n  We let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\n  Information like computer generation, see\n  Proper Education Always Causes Elevation\n  It's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\n  Government assassination, written in revelation\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Pardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\n  your brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\n  Every ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\n  take heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\n  Now we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\n  Makes us, fearless endearless\n  Recklessness makes us careless\n  This idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\n  periodically destroys us psychologically\n  Cipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\n  Like a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\n  We all been inject now we all become infected\n  Ways and action of our people is the way that we detect it\n  It's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\n  Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\n  But we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\n  That's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  Cause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\n  by simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\n  At home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\n  They tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  It be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\n  Making the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\n  like Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\n  It's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  We goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\n  Cause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\n  Final Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\n  Before we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The 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cities\nWhile we concerned about seein titties\nWith they secret, commities, and society, orders\nThey carryin out the slaughter\nPicture your daughter on State's for a quarter\nMy old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\nGot caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\nThe government knew then about the lasting effects\nAnd they cut off his checks\nand if he wild out he'll be murdered\nOr possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\nWhere they got em under on roof\nWhere they can conceal the proof\nYou can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\nDamn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nTime for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\nout in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\nUnfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\nThis whole world is based on hypocrisy\nIt's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\nExtort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\nand tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\nwrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\nThe ground breathes in the fumes of death\nClouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\nWe travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\nWe let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\nInformation like computer generation, see\nProper Education Always Causes Elevation\nIt's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\nGovernment assassination, written in revelation\n\n(Grand Puba)\nPardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\nyour brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\nEvery ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\ntake heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\nNow we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\nMakes us, fearless endearless\nRecklessness makes us careless\nThis idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\nperiodically destroys us psychologically\nCipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\nLike a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\nWe all been inject now we all become infected\nWays and action of our people is the way that we detect it\nIt's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\nTaking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\nBut we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\nThat's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nCause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\nby simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\nAt home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\nThey tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n(Grand Puba)\nIt be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\nMaking the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\nlike Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\nIt's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nWe goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\nCause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\nFinal Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\nBefore we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\nEvery man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\nThe threat of a war is real\nWhere my soldiers for the battlefield?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Time Is Running Out\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: 'Slam: The Soundtrack'\n  duration_ms: 289733\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  And as the days of the two-oh approach\n  I drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world\n  And decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes\n  We living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed\n  We still trickin out, jerkin out\n  Half the project workin out\n  They buildin underground cities\n  While we concerned about seein titties\n  With they secret, commities, and society, orders\n  They carryin out the slaughter\n  Picture your daughter on State's for a quarter\n  My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam\n  Got caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm\n  The government knew then about the lasting effects\n  And they cut off his checks\n  and if he wild out he'll be murdered\n  Or possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal\n  Where they got em under on roof\n  Where they can conceal the proof\n  You can see shit changin cat it can't stay the same\n  Damn I wish the government didn't have my real name\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  Time for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn\n  out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV\n  Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy\n  This whole world is based on hypocrisy\n  It's evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns\n  Extort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst\n  and tap her daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis\n  wrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves\n  The ground breathes in the fumes of death\n  Clouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set\n  We travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels\n  We let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels\n  Information like computer generation, see\n  Proper Education Always Causes Elevation\n  It's time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation\n  Government assassination, written in revelation\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Pardon me mister, well it's the eight-five resister to give\n  your brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor\n  Every ghetto corner's goner so I think that should wanna\n  take heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed\n  Now we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness\n  Makes us, fearless endearless\n  Recklessness makes us careless\n  This idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy\n  periodically destroys us psychologically\n  Cipher's dimension is viewed on dissension\n  Like a undetected chemical that creates mad tension\n  We all been inject now we all become infected\n  Ways and action of our people is the way that we detect it\n  It's gettin trifer, we should run the six sects\n  Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers\n  But we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees\n  That's no way for the chosen to be dosin\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  Cause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves\n  by simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location\n  At home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card\n  They tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  It be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations\n  Making the black mind feeble with they thought pattern Evil\n  like Kneival, or conniving, got no time for eighty-fiving\n  It's time to educate instead of wasting all our time\n\n  (Lord Jamar)\n  We goin to hell in a handbasket, fell into a casket\n  Cause for drastic measures, we should all stick together\n  Final Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese\n  Before we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery yo\n\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand\n  Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel\n  The threat of a war is real\n  Where my soldiers for the battlefield?\n"}]