[{"id":1617378,"name":"Pyramids","trackName":"Pyramids","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Black America Again","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A nigga told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds\nNigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes\nHere it goes, lyrical miracles\nThese are pyramids from the imperial\nIn theory, though, low end scenario\nIt's sound boy burial drove me to classic material\nAerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes\nFor ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard\nInvisible man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable\nProlifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go\nSupreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door\nI don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though\nThis is a ritual for those depicted as low\nNow I passed life like I've been here before\nThe reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold\nUs Back, coldest raps\nFor me the globe is like a culdesac\nAround the world in a day, find forever and I stay\nI'm from the weather where they spray\nThere's gotta be a better way, people dying everyday\nWonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away\nFrom Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades\nI kneel where the rebels pray\nSeen fifty gray, but they need better shades\nNiggas rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde\nThe escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born\nIt's hard to explain how these pyramids formed\nTalent that I got will riz-ock the spot\nMcs I'll be burning, burning hot\nTalent that I got will riz-ock the spot\nMcs I'll be burning, burning hot\nTalent that I got will riz-ock the spot\nMcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn\nI arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted\nSmoke a little, keep a high standard\nThe Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith\nSon of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with\nDude said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich\nA gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps\nMy bio is feedback from what we need rap\nOn some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back\nAnd come with that new black spiritual\nEvery rap's a miracle, condition now critical\nGame lack lyrical, we need black generals\nHoly war, tap into you like Savion\nBut I'm a orator, the corduroy boy\nCame the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame\nI walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions\nEnvision a vision of what we wishing\nI've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind\nSpit the wisdom of the one devine\nClose encounter of the wonder kind, front a line\nShift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes\nStyle Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline\nGetting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser\nChild of a fresher god\nInfluenced by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard\nAssata Shakur, I gotta do more\nThe light-skinned spook who got in the door\nI gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for\nI'm on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man\nAnd where we land the pyramids stand\nTalent that I got will riz-ock the spot\nMcs I'll be burning, burning hot\nTalent that I got will riz-ock the spot\nMcs I'll be burning, burning hot\nTalent that I got will riz-ock the spot\nMcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.35] A nigga told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds\n[00:18.43] Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes\n[00:20.86] Here it goes, lyrical miracles\n[00:23.25] These are pyramids from the imperial\n[00:25.61] In theory, though, low end scenario\n[00:28.03] It's sound boy burial drove me to classic material\n[00:31.26] Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes\n[00:33.88] For ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard\n[00:36.53] Invisible man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable\n[00:39.49] Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go\n[00:43.03] Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door\n[00:45.25] I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though\n[00:47.48] This is a ritual for those depicted as low\n[00:49.87] Now I passed life like I've been here before\n[00:52.11] The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold\n[00:55.00] Us Back, coldest raps\n[00:55.92] For me the globe is like a culdesac\n[00:57.61] Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay\n[01:00.28] I'm from the weather where they spray\n[01:01.91] There's gotta be a better way, people dying everyday\n[01:04.42] Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away\n[01:06.91] From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades\n[01:10.64] I kneel where the rebels pray\n[01:11.91] Seen fifty gray, but they need better shades\n[01:14.38] Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde\n[01:16.89] The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born\n[01:20.17] It's hard to explain how these pyramids formed\n[01:27.81] Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n[01:29.02] Mcs I'll be burning, burning hot\n[01:32.07] Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n[01:34.52] Mcs I'll be burning, burning hot\n[01:37.12] Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n[01:39.32] Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn\n[01:42.98] I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted\n[01:46.32] Smoke a little, keep a high standard\n[01:48.07] The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith\n[01:50.53] Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with\n[01:52.88] Dude said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich\n[01:55.96] A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps\n[01:58.59] My bio is feedback from what we need rap\n[02:01.38] On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back\n[02:06.86] And come with that new black spiritual\n[02:09.02] Every rap's a miracle, condition now critical\n[02:11.22] Game lack lyrical, we need black generals\n[02:13.58] Holy war, tap into you like Savion\n[02:16.09] But I'm a orator, the corduroy boy\n[02:18.25] Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame\n[02:20.54] I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions\n[02:23.64] Envision a vision of what we wishing\n[02:25.24] I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind\n[02:27.52] Spit the wisdom of the one devine\n[02:29.37] Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line\n[02:31.95] Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes\n[02:33.77] Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline\n[02:36.54] Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser\n[02:41.36] Child of a fresher god\n[02:43.21] Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard\n[02:46.07] Assata Shakur, I gotta do more\n[02:47.95] The light-skinned spook who got in the door\n[02:49.89] I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for\n[02:53.10] I'm on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man\n[02:56.08] And where we land the pyramids stand\n[03:01.87] Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n[03:04.12] Mcs I'll be burning, burning hot\n[03:06.93] Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n[03:08.92] Mcs I'll be burning, burning hot\n[03:11.61] Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n[03:13.69] Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pyramids\n  artist: Common\n  album: Black America Again\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: A nigga told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 18430\n- text: Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes\n  start_ms: 18430\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: Here it goes, lyrical miracles\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23250\n- text: These are pyramids from the imperial\n  start_ms: 23250\n  end_ms: 25610\n- text: In theory, though, low end scenario\n  start_ms: 25610\n  end_ms: 28030\n- text: It's sound boy burial drove me to classic material\n  start_ms: 28030\n  end_ms: 31260\n- text: Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes\n  start_ms: 31260\n  end_ms: 33880\n- text: For ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard\n  start_ms: 33880\n  end_ms: 36530\n- text: Invisible man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable\n  start_ms: 36530\n  end_ms: 39490\n- text: Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go\n  start_ms: 39490\n  end_ms: 43030\n- text: Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door\n  start_ms: 43030\n  end_ms: 45250\n- text: I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though\n  start_ms: 45250\n  end_ms: 47480\n- text: This is a ritual for those depicted as low\n  start_ms: 47480\n  end_ms: 49870\n- text: Now I passed life like I've been here before\n  start_ms: 49870\n  end_ms: 52110\n- text: The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold\n  start_ms: 52110\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Us Back, coldest raps\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 55920\n- text: For me the globe is like a culdesac\n  start_ms: 55920\n  end_ms: 57610\n- text: Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay\n  start_ms: 57610\n  end_ms: 60280\n- text: I'm from the weather where they spray\n  start_ms: 60280\n  end_ms: 61910\n- text: There's gotta be a better way, people dying everyday\n  start_ms: 61910\n  end_ms: 64420\n- text: Wonder what would heaven say? 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for those depicted as low\n  Now I passed life like I've been here before\n  The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold\n  Us Back, coldest raps\n  For me the globe is like a culdesac\n  Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay\n  I'm from the weather where they spray\n  There's gotta be a better way, people dying everyday\n  Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away\n  From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades\n  I kneel where the rebels pray\n  Seen fifty gray, but they need better shades\n  Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde\n  The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born\n  It's hard to explain how these pyramids formed\n  Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n  Mcs I'll be burning, burning hot\n  Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n  Mcs I'll be burning, burning hot\n  Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n  Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn\n  I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted\n  Smoke a little, keep a high standard\n  The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith\n  Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with\n  Dude said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich\n  A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps\n  My bio is feedback from what we need rap\n  On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back\n  And come with that new black spiritual\n  Every rap's a miracle, condition now critical\n  Game lack lyrical, we need black generals\n  Holy war, tap into you like Savion\n  But I'm a orator, the corduroy boy\n  Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame\n  I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions\n  Envision a vision of what we wishing\n  I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind\n  Spit the wisdom of the one devine\n  Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line\n  Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes\n  Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline\n  Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser\n  Child of a fresher god\n  Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard\n  Assata Shakur, I gotta do more\n  The light-skinned spook who got in the door\n  I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for\n  I'm on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man\n  And where we land the pyramids stand\n  Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n  Mcs I'll be burning, burning hot\n  Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n  Mcs I'll be burning, burning hot\n  Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot\n  Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn\n"}]