[{"id":4533958,"name":"Real Nigga Quotes","trackName":"Real Nigga Quotes","artistName":"Common","albumName":"One Day It'll All Make Sense","duration":325.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One two, one two, one two\nYo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy\nI come on your deck, on your set\nOn your strip, through your borough\nRippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me\nYeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all\n\nReal nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free\nBut this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat\nWho got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes\nMy album, niggaz was expectin', now my water broke\nBefore it, I was sorta broke\nGet the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope\n\nOn a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke\nYou sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope\nAt the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome\nRappers are like Fox Brown tryin' to get home\nRarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone\nYou can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone\n\nFrom the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore\nBody language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for\nThat provokes war, stand out like cold sores\nYou claim that you hard but you whole core\nGeorge Bush and CIA, you movin' old or\nI Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours\n\nCom got rhymes, Dug make beats\nStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n(On the real)\n\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\n(Down on the real to real)\n\nChicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my\nPeople call me Com and collective with prospective\nI draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds\nBomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down\nUnless you want to get me skull, askin' me to take my hat off\nOn ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough\n\nThis Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off\nPlayin' yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off\nMore heart than an artery, jones in my bones\nTo see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama\nIf you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy\nShit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies\nCommonly, I hear these rats thinkin' they mahogany\n\nOn every rap hook, soundin' like a dog to me\nIn a reservoir, I flow and go\nOn and on like Erykah or etcetera\nDesignated not to make hits but hit home\nOut of proportion, hit makers get blown\n(On the real)\n\nCom got rhymes, Dug make beats\nStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n(On the real)\n\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\n(Down on the real to real)\n\nR and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads\nLove songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent\nI hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head\nIt's been ringin' forever and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye\n\nWhere all you singers booty this and freak me, baby, it gets me\nMC's be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature\nWearin' bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob\nBukein niggaz and pullin' broads is the apparent job\n(On the real)\n\nCom got rhymes, Dug make beats\nStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n(On the real)\n\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\n(Down on the real to real)\n\nCom got rhymes, Dug make beats\nStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n(On the real)\n\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\n(Down on the real to real)\n\nDon't front","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.98] One two, one two, one two\n[00:09.47] Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy\n[00:13.59] I come on your deck, on your set\n[00:16.91] On your strip, through your borough\n[00:19.30] Rippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me\n[00:22.12] Yeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all\n[00:25.99] Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free\n[00:30.16] But this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat\n[00:32.62] Who got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes\n[00:36.13] My album, niggaz was expectin', now my water broke\n[00:38.55] Before it, I was sorta broke\n[00:41.00] Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope\n[00:43.61] On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke\n[00:46.24] You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope\n[00:49.20] At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome\n[00:52.04] Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin' to get home\n[00:55.72] Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone\n[00:58.37] You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone\n[01:00.51] From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore\n[01:03.53] Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for\n[01:06.42] That provokes war, stand out like cold sores\n[01:09.73] You claim that you hard but you whole core\n[01:11.61] George Bush and CIA, you movin' old or\n[01:13.74] I Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours\n[01:16.58] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n[01:23.90] Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n[01:27.78] (On the real)\n[01:29.78] You know the shit be real\n[01:31.35] You know the shit be real\n[01:34.14] You know the shit be real\n[01:35.99] You know the shit be real\n[01:38.74] You know the shit be real\n[01:42.01] (Down on the real to real)\n[01:44.39] Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my\n[01:45.55] People call me Com and collective with prospective\n[01:49.62] I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds\n[01:52.02] Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down\n[01:54.74] Unless you want to get me skull, askin' me to take my hat off\n[01:57.58] On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough\n[01:59.94] This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off\n[02:02.78] Playin' yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off\n[02:05.84] More heart than an artery, jones in my bones\n[02:08.14] To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama\n[02:10.99] If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy\n[02:13.19] Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies\n[02:16.15] Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin' they mahogany\n[02:19.24] On every rap hook, soundin' like a dog to me\n[02:21.81] In a reservoir, I flow and go\n[02:24.43] On and on like Erykah or etcetera\n[02:27.56] Designated not to make hits but hit home\n[02:29.95] Out of proportion, hit makers get blown\n[02:32.55] (On the real)\n[02:38.50] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n[02:40.46] Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n[02:43.50] (On the real)\n[02:46.79] You know the shit be real\n[02:48.06] You know the shit be real\n[02:50.28] You know the shit be real\n[02:53.27] You know the shit be real\n[02:56.32] You know the shit be real\n[02:58.82] (Down on the real to real)\n[03:00.77] R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads\n[03:02.56] Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent\n[03:04.74] I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head\n[03:09.36] It's been ringin' forever and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye\n[03:13.31] Where all you singers booty this and freak me, baby, it gets me\n[03:16.16] MC's be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature\n[03:19.98] Wearin' bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob\n[03:24.46] Bukein niggaz and pullin' broads is the apparent job\n[03:27.15] (On the real)\n[03:33.23] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n[03:38.44] Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n[03:39.40] (On the real)\n[03:41.48] You know the shit be real\n[03:42.94] You know the shit be real\n[03:45.29] You know the shit be real\n[03:47.63] You know the shit be real\n[03:50.08] You know the shit be real\n[03:52.41] (Down on the real to real)\n[03:54.36] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n[03:56.35] Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n[03:59.36] (On the real)\n[04:02.62] You know the shit be real\n[04:04.45] You know the shit be real\n[04:06.83] You know the shit be real\n[04:09.32] You know the shit be real\n[04:12.14] You know the shit be real\n[04:14.90] (Down on the real to real)\n[04:16.80] Don't front\n[04:18.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Real Nigga Quotes\n artist: Common\n album: One Day It'll All Make Sense\n duration_ms: 325000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One two, one two, one two\n start_ms: 6980\n end_ms: 9470\n- text: Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy\n start_ms: 9470\n end_ms: 13590\n- text: I come on your deck, on your set\n start_ms: 13590\n end_ms: 16910\n- text: On your strip, through your borough\n start_ms: 16910\n end_ms: 19300\n- text: Rippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me\n start_ms: 19300\n end_ms: 22120\n- text: Yeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all\n start_ms: 22120\n end_ms: 25990\n- text: Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free\n start_ms: 25990\n end_ms: 30160\n- text: But this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat\n 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towards me\n Yeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all\n\n Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free\n But this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat\n Who got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes\n My album, niggaz was expectin', now my water broke\n Before it, I was sorta broke\n Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope\n\n On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke\n You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope\n At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome\n Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin' to get home\n Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone\n You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone\n\n From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore\n Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for\n That provokes war, stand out like cold sores\n You claim that you hard but you whole core\n George Bush and CIA, you movin' old or\n I Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours\n\n Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n (On the real)\n\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n (Down on the real to real)\n\n Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my\n People call me Com and collective with prospective\n I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds\n Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down\n Unless you want to get me skull, askin' me to take my hat off\n On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough\n\n This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off\n Playin' yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off\n More heart than an artery, jones in my bones\n To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama\n If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy\n Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies\n Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin' they mahogany\n\n On every rap hook, soundin' like a dog to me\n In a reservoir, I flow and go\n On and on like Erykah or etcetera\n Designated not to make hits but hit home\n Out of proportion, hit makers get blown\n (On the real)\n\n Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n (On the real)\n\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n (Down on the real to real)\n\n R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads\n Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent\n I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head\n It's been ringin' forever and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye\n\n Where all you singers booty this and freak me, baby, it gets me\n MC's be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature\n Wearin' bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob\n Bukein niggaz and pullin' broads is the apparent job\n (On the real)\n\n Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n (On the real)\n\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n (Down on the real to real)\n\n Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n (On the real)\n\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n (Down on the real to real)\n\n Don't front\n"},{"id":28432845,"name":"Real Nigga Quotes","trackName":"Real Nigga Quotes","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Communication","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One two, one two, one two\nYo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy\nI come on your deck, on your set\nOn your strip, through your borough\nRippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me\nYeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all\n\nReal nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free\nBut this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat\nWho got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes\nMy album, niggaz was expectin', now my water broke\nBefore it, I was sorta broke\nGet the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope\n\nOn a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke\nYou sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope\nAt the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome\nRappers are like Fox Brown tryin' to get home\nRarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone\nYou can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone\n\nFrom the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore\nBody language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for\nThat provokes war, stand out like cold sores\nYou claim that you hard but you whole core\nGeorge Bush and CIA, you movin' old or\nI Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours\n\nCom got rhymes, Dug make beats\nStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n(On the real)\n\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\n(Down on the real to real)\n\nChicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my\nPeople call me Com and collective with prospective\nI draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds\nBomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down\nUnless you want to get me skull, askin' me to take my hat off\nOn ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough\n\nThis Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off\nPlayin' yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off\nMore heart than an artery, jones in my bones\nTo see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama\nIf you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy\nShit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies\nCommonly, I hear these rats thinkin' they mahogany\n\nOn every rap hook, soundin' like a dog to me\nIn a reservoir, I flow and go\nOn and on like Erykah or etcetera\nDesignated not to make hits but hit home\nOut of proportion, hit makers get blown\n(On the real)\n\nCom got rhymes, Dug make beats\nStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n(On the real)\n\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\n(Down on the real to real)\n\nR and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads\nLove songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent\nI hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head\nIt's been ringin' forever and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye\n\nWhere all you singers booty this and freak me, baby, it gets me\nMC's be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature\nWearin' bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob\nBukein niggaz and pullin' broads is the apparent job\n(On the real)\n\nCom got rhymes, Dug make beats\nStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n(On the real)\n\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\n(Down on the real to real)\n\nCom got rhymes, Dug make beats\nStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n(On the real)\n\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\nYou know the shit be real\n(Down on the real to real)\n\nDon't front","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.98] One two, one two, one two\n[00:09.47] Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy\n[00:13.59] I come on your deck, on your set\n[00:16.91] On your strip, through your borough\n[00:19.30] Rippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me\n[00:22.12] Yeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all\n[00:25.99] Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free\n[00:30.16] But this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat\n[00:32.62] Who got game? 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Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes\n My album, niggaz was expectin', now my water broke\n Before it, I was sorta broke\n Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope\n\n On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke\n You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope\n At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome\n Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin' to get home\n Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone\n You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone\n\n From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore\n Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for\n That provokes war, stand out like cold sores\n You claim that you hard but you whole core\n George Bush and CIA, you movin' old or\n I Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours\n\n Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n (On the real)\n\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n (Down on the real to real)\n\n Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my\n People call me Com and collective with prospective\n I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds\n Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down\n Unless you want to get me skull, askin' me to take my hat off\n On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough\n\n This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off\n Playin' yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off\n More heart than an artery, jones in my bones\n To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama\n If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy\n Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies\n Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin' they mahogany\n\n On every rap hook, soundin' like a dog to me\n In a reservoir, I flow and go\n On and on like Erykah or etcetera\n Designated not to make hits but hit home\n Out of proportion, hit makers get blown\n (On the real)\n\n Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n (On the real)\n\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n (Down on the real to real)\n\n R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads\n Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent\n I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head\n It's been ringin' forever and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye\n\n Where all you singers booty this and freak me, baby, it gets me\n MC's be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature\n Wearin' bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob\n Bukein niggaz and pullin' broads is the apparent job\n (On the real)\n\n Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n (On the real)\n\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n (Down on the real to real)\n\n Com got rhymes, Dug make beats\n Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet\n (On the real)\n\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n You know the shit be real\n (Down on the real to real)\n\n Don't front\n"}]