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You ain't original\nYou were programmed to be you\nYou're a slave and you don't even know it\nThe shit you think of ain't even your thoughts\nLet's step out the box for a minute\n\nHow do we know if God exists?\nHow do we know what's positive?\nAre you the definition of an angel or the opposite?\nIf you lost your wallet and I found it, I would not commit to stealing it\nBut if the tables turned, then you would pocket it\nSee I been me for so long, but I still don't know who Hopsin is\nHow come I'm the one my teachers used to have a problem with?\nI show my music to different labels, they ain't too fond of it\nBut in the underground I seem to get so many compliments\nSay my name and it's like people get afraid and shook\nBut if you take a look you'll see I'm nothing like an angry crook\nI'm learning hands-on, you busy with your face in books\nI'm here to benefit the world so Heaven's where we're safely put\nI'm not a devil, not speakin' in tongues\nI just wanna touch your heart, I try to reach it in songs\nI'm from where a child's future's on the streets with the bums\nBecause it's hard to become something so unique where I'm from\n\nWhen the sun's down\nNocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high\nIt may seem so that I can't see\nBut the darkness provides the light for me\nI don't wanna be lonely\nAnd the moon is my only homie\nIf there's a higher power then show me\nInstead of nocturnal rainbows\n\nObama's president, so? What's he represent?\nJust because the nigga's half black don't mean he's Heaven-sent\nYou're clueless to evidence and all the minds he's messin' with\nHis charm and smile hasn't got my ass up out this debt for shit\nFrontin' like he's truly Jesus\nAnd all you fools believe it\nThe change he's making isn't good, that's just how you conceived it\nIt's like we all broker than ever, it's due to reasons\nDealing with self-beneficial plans and the movement he's with\nIlluminati, or whatever the fuck they go by\nThey're the reason weird shit happens, and we don't know why\nWhy did Michael Jackson start his tour than have to go die?\nHow did rap music go from really good to so dry?\nReal artists get shelved and wack one's get famous\nTo leave masses brainless, a smart mind is dangerous\nIn their eyes there probably ain't no real shit in your playlist\nYou're just a product of what the government has created\n\nWhen the sun's down\nNocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high\nIt may seem so that I can't see\nBut the darkness provides the light for me\nI don't wanna be lonely\nAnd the moon is my only homie\nIf there's a higher power then show me\nInstead of nocturnal rainbows\n\nWe're all smart and we know what's bad and good for us\nBut yet when you got offered some marijuana, you took a puff\nYour brain's a fucking powerhouse, but what? That wasn't good enough?\nIt's people like you who talk that \"shoulda, coulda, woulda\" stuff\nYou probably threw your life away cuz you would rather get high\nWith no license or car, so you bum rides to get by\nSaying \"I should've did this\" or \"I shouldn't have hung with this guy\"\n\"I'm broke as fuck, my rent's high. Ah, I should've realized\"\nI ain't being cruel, with these situations that I address\nI more than likely could be someone you admire, yes\nBut it's because the blood, sweat and all the time that I invest\nWe play the same game, difference is you never try your best\nYou don't have a skill, you set yourself up for a higher mess\nI work around the clock, you slack off for lots of time to rest\nKeep bullshittin' till your life is gone\nCause living's naturally hell, you have to work to put a smile on\n\nWhen the sun's down\nNocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high\nIt may seem so that I can't see\nBut the darkness provides the light for me\nI don't wanna be lonely\nAnd the moon is my only homie\nIf there's a higher power then show me\nInstead of nocturnal rainbows","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southside (edited album version)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Go! Common Classics\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You think you original? You ain't original\n  You were programmed to be you\n  You're a slave and you don't even know it\n  The shit you think of ain't even your thoughts\n  Let's step out the box for a minute\n\n  How do we know if God exists?\n  How do we know what's positive?\n  Are you the definition of an angel or the opposite?\n  If you lost your wallet and I found it, I would not commit to stealing it\n  But if the tables turned, then you would pocket it\n  See I been me for so long, but I still don't know who Hopsin is\n  How come I'm the one my teachers used to have a problem with?\n  I show my music to different labels, they ain't too fond of it\n  But in the underground I seem to get so many compliments\n  Say my name and it's like people get afraid and shook\n  But if you take a look you'll see I'm nothing like an angry crook\n  I'm learning hands-on, you busy with your face in books\n  I'm here to benefit the world so Heaven's where we're safely put\n  I'm not a devil, not speakin' in tongues\n  I just wanna touch your heart, I try to reach it in songs\n  I'm from where a child's future's on the streets with the bums\n  Because it's hard to become something so unique where I'm from\n\n  When the sun's down\n  Nocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high\n  It may seem so that I can't see\n  But the darkness provides the light for me\n  I don't wanna be lonely\n  And the moon is my only homie\n  If there's a higher power then show me\n  Instead of nocturnal rainbows\n\n  Obama's president, so? What's he represent?\n  Just because the nigga's half black don't mean he's Heaven-sent\n  You're clueless to evidence and all the minds he's messin' with\n  His charm and smile hasn't got my ass up out this debt for shit\n  Frontin' like he's truly Jesus\n  And all you fools believe it\n  The change he's making isn't good, that's just how you conceived it\n  It's like we all broker than ever, it's due to reasons\n  Dealing with self-beneficial plans and the movement he's with\n  Illuminati, or whatever the fuck they go by\n  They're the reason weird shit happens, and we don't know why\n  Why did Michael Jackson start his tour than have to go die?\n  How did rap music go from really good to so dry?\n  Real artists get shelved and wack one's get famous\n  To leave masses brainless, a smart mind is dangerous\n  In their eyes there probably ain't no real shit in your playlist\n  You're just a product of what the government has created\n\n  When the sun's down\n  Nocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high\n  It may seem so that I can't see\n  But the darkness provides the light for me\n  I don't wanna be lonely\n  And the moon is my only homie\n  If there's a higher power then show me\n  Instead of nocturnal rainbows\n\n  We're all smart and we know what's bad and good for us\n  But yet when you got offered some marijuana, you took a puff\n  Your brain's a fucking powerhouse, but what? That wasn't good enough?\n  It's people like you who talk that \"shoulda, coulda, woulda\" stuff\n  You probably threw your life away cuz you would rather get high\n  With no license or car, so you bum rides to get by\n  Saying \"I should've did this\" or \"I shouldn't have hung with this guy\"\n  \"I'm broke as fuck, my rent's high. Ah, I should've realized\"\n  I ain't being cruel, with these situations that I address\n  I more than likely could be someone you admire, yes\n  But it's because the blood, sweat and all the time that I invest\n  We play the same game, difference is you never try your best\n  You don't have a skill, you set yourself up for a higher mess\n  I work around the clock, you slack off for lots of time to rest\n  Keep bullshittin' till your life is gone\n  Cause living's naturally hell, you have to work to put a smile on\n\n  When the sun's down\n  Nocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high\n  It may seem so that I can't see\n  But the darkness provides the light for me\n  I don't wanna be lonely\n  And the moon is my only homie\n  If there's a higher power then show me\n  Instead of nocturnal rainbows\n"},{"id":32391082,"name":"Southside (Album Version (Edited))","trackName":"Southside (Album Version (Edited))","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Finding Forever","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La, la, la, la, la\nAnd e'rybody say, say\nLa, la, la, la, la\nI know you, I know you\n\nI know you're thinking, thinking that it must be\nArmorall flow 'cause he never gets rusty\nI ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me\nBust somebody head, TLC, where was we?\nStill rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter\nNiggas out in Georgetown, the magic way harder\nThinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up\nLike when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up\n\nWe're coming from the south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\nThe broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars\nI'm like Jeff Fort, the way I get behind bars\nBurn CDs with no regard for the stars\nCome to the grip with conflict, diamonds, and the arts\nBack in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas\nNow them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods\nWe even yo, you're still talking no cause\nA conscious nigga with Mac like Steve Jobs\n\nWe're coming from the south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), side of the chi\n\nYour fly is open, McFly\nThe crowd is open, I think I know why\nI'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes\nAnd yep, I'm still the future of the Chi\nBack in college, I had to get my back up off the futon\nI knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons\nLook at that neutron on his green like two dimes\nPeople asking him, \"Do you have any Grey Poupon?\"\n\nWe're coming from the south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\nYou're in the building but the building's falling\nYou wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Spalding\nMy mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans\nBack in school, y'all niggas you should call in August\nSummer sun it goes down but I'm still revolving\nSouthside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling\nIf rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin\nWith money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling\n\nWe're coming from the south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\nWith niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera\nDreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas\nCan't wait 'til they say, \"Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars\"\nPoppa, I heard his life is like a movie\nLike when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta\nMexican don't love it like it was for La Raza\nBut this is for the mobsters, holla\nWe some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters\n\nWe're coming from the south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\nUh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel\nLean with it, rock with it, back like the disciples\nKnow when to use a Bible, and when to use a rifle\nYou rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle\nCaught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael\nYour career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku\nI write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do\nThrough conflict that's crucial and drama that's psycho\n\nWe're coming from the south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\nSouth (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n\nWe're coming from the- (hey!)\nSpice it up (la, la, la, la)\nYa might have to spice it up\nSpice it up, spice it up\nTake your life and\nYo, we're coming from the- (hey!)\nWe're coming from the- (hey!)\n\nAnd this concludes our Chicago show\nPlease stay tuned\n\nRoughneck, what's up, babe-ooh?\nThis is your man, It's Real, a.k.a. Pharaoh\nCaptain Jack Sparrow\nJust pulled up on the Internet\nOoh, I see y'all in the mirror, shit\nWashing off your face! This that shit\nThat's what I'm talking 'bout, son\nJust getting rap! Word up!\n\nWhat I'm saying, where the rock is, right?\nI need some of that, son\nThat's that inspiration\nI love you to death, bro-dog, every thanksgiving","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.51] La, la, la, la, la\n[00:04.59] And e'rybody say, say\n[00:06.95] La, la, la, la, la\n[00:09.91] I know you, I know you\n[00:11.33] I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be\n[00:13.81] Armorall flow 'cause he never gets rusty\n[00:16.67] I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me\n[00:19.39] Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we?\n[00:22.09] Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter\n[00:24.79] Niggas out in Georgetown, the magic way harder\n[00:27.12] Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up\n[00:30.23] Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up\n[00:32.48] We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n[00:34.25] South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n[00:36.64] South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n[00:38.30] The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars\n[00:41.29] I'm like Jeff Fort, the way I get behind bars\n[00:44.02] Burn CDs with no regard for the stars\n[00:46.68] Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds, and the arts\n[00:49.55] Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas\n[00:52.22] Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods\n[00:54.71] We even yo, you're still talking no cause\n[00:57.42] A conscious nigga with Mac like Steve Jobs\n[00:59.69] We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n[01:01.57] South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n[01:03.85] South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the chi\n[01:06.34] Your fly is open, McFly\n[01:08.31] The crowd is open, I think I know why\n[01:11.15] I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes\n[01:13.90] And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi\n[01:16.68] Back in college, I had to get my back up off the futon\n[01:19.56] I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons\n[01:22.38] Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes\n[01:25.04] People asking him, \"Do you have any Grey Poupon?\"\n[01:26.88] We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n[01:29.02] South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n[01:31.25] South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n[01:33.46] You're in the building but the building's falling\n[01:35.91] You wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Spalding\n[01:38.65] My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans\n[01:41.25] Back in school, y'all niggas you should call in August\n[01:43.83] Summer sun it goes down but I'm still revolving\n[01:46.68] Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling\n[01:49.54] If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin\n[01:52.29] With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling\n[01:54.12] We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n[01:56.54] South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n[01:59.18] South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n[02:00.45] With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera\n[02:03.33] Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas\n[02:06.03] Can't wait 'til they say, \"Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars\"\n[02:08.88] Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie\n[02:11.15] Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta\n[02:14.26] Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza\n[02:16.88] But this is for the mobsters, holla\n[02:19.02] We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters\n[02:21.51] We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n[02:23.71] South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n[02:26.35] South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n[02:27.66] Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel\n[02:30.72] Lean with it, rock with it, back like the disciples\n[02:33.32] Know when to use a Bible, and when to use a rifle\n[02:36.13] You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle\n[02:38.61] Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael\n[02:41.37] Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku\n[02:44.32] I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do\n[02:46.93] Through conflict that's crucial and drama that's psycho\n[02:48.83] We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n[02:52.18] South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n[02:53.15] South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n[02:56.59] La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n[03:02.24] La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n[03:07.69] La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n[03:13.28] La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n[03:16.38] We're coming from the- (hey!)\n[03:18.48] Spice it up (la, la, la, la)\n[03:19.70] Ya might have to spice it up\n[03:21.93] Spice it up, spice it up\n[03:25.07] Take your life and\n[03:26.46] Yo, we're coming from the- (hey!)\n[03:38.26] We're coming from the- (hey!)\n[03:44.71] And this concludes our Chicago show\n[03:47.94] Please stay tuned\n[04:00.72] Roughneck, what's up, babe-ooh?\n[04:06.47] This is your man, It's Real, a.k.a. Pharaoh\n[04:11.91] Captain Jack Sparrow\n[04:14.55] Just pulled up on the Internet\n[04:16.68] Ooh, I see y'all in the mirror, shit\n[04:20.23] Washing off your face! This that shit\n[04:23.99] That's what I'm talking 'bout, son\n[04:26.75] Just getting rap! Word up!\n[04:30.46] What I'm saying, where the rock is, right?\n[04:35.21] I need some of that, son\n[04:37.68] That's that inspiration\n[04:40.17] I love you to death, bro-dog, every thanksgiving\n[04:43.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southside (Album Version (Edited))\n  artist: Common\n  album: Finding Forever\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: La, la, la, la, la\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 4590\n- text: And e'rybody say, say\n  start_ms: 4590\n  end_ms: 6950\n- text: La, la, la, la, la\n  start_ms: 6950\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: I know you, I know you\n  start_ms: 9910\n  end_ms: 11330\n- text: I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be\n  start_ms: 11330\n  end_ms: 13810\n- text: Armorall flow 'cause he never gets rusty\n  start_ms: 13810\n  end_ms: 16670\n- text: I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me\n  start_ms: 16670\n  end_ms: 19390\n- text: Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we?\n  start_ms: 19390\n  end_ms: 22090\n- text: Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter\n  start_ms: 22090\n  end_ms: 24790\n- text: Niggas out in Georgetown, the magic way harder\n  start_ms: 24790\n  end_ms: 27120\n- text: Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up\n  start_ms: 27120\n  end_ms: 30230\n- text: Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up\n  start_ms: 30230\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 34250\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 34250\n  end_ms: 36640\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n  start_ms: 36640\n  end_ms: 38300\n- text: The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars\n  start_ms: 38300\n  end_ms: 41290\n- text: I'm like Jeff Fort, the way I get behind bars\n  start_ms: 41290\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Burn CDs with no regard for the stars\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46680\n- text: Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds, and the arts\n  start_ms: 46680\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52220\n- text: Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods\n  start_ms: 52220\n  end_ms: 54710\n- text: We even yo, you're still talking no cause\n  start_ms: 54710\n  end_ms: 57420\n- text: A conscious nigga with Mac like Steve Jobs\n  start_ms: 57420\n  end_ms: 59690\n- text: We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 59690\n  end_ms: 61570\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 61570\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the chi\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66340\n- text: Your fly is open, McFly\n  start_ms: 66340\n  end_ms: 68310\n- text: The crowd is open, I think I know why\n  start_ms: 68310\n  end_ms: 71150\n- text: I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes\n  start_ms: 71150\n  end_ms: 73900\n- text: And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi\n  start_ms: 73900\n  end_ms: 76680\n- text: Back in college, I had to get my back up off the futon\n  start_ms: 76680\n  end_ms: 79560\n- text: I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons\n  start_ms: 79560\n  end_ms: 82380\n- text: Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes\n  start_ms: 82380\n  end_ms: 85040\n- text: People asking him, \"Do you have any Grey Poupon?\"\n  start_ms: 85040\n  end_ms: 86880\n- text: We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 86880\n  end_ms: 89020\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 89020\n  end_ms: 91250\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n  start_ms: 91250\n  end_ms: 93460\n- text: You're in the building but the building's falling\n  start_ms: 93460\n  end_ms: 95910\n- text: You wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Spalding\n  start_ms: 95910\n  end_ms: 98650\n- text: My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans\n  start_ms: 98650\n  end_ms: 101250\n- text: Back in school, y'all niggas you should call in August\n  start_ms: 101250\n  end_ms: 103830\n- text: Summer sun it goes down but I'm still revolving\n  start_ms: 103830\n  end_ms: 106680\n- text: Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling\n  start_ms: 106680\n  end_ms: 109540\n- text: If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin\n  start_ms: 109540\n  end_ms: 112290\n- text: With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling\n  start_ms: 112290\n  end_ms: 114120\n- text: We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 114120\n  end_ms: 116540\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 116540\n  end_ms: 119180\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n  start_ms: 119180\n  end_ms: 120450\n- text: With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera\n  start_ms: 120450\n  end_ms: 123330\n- text: Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas\n  start_ms: 123330\n  end_ms: 126030\n- text: Can't wait 'til they say, \"Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars\"\n  start_ms: 126030\n  end_ms: 128880\n- text: Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie\n  start_ms: 128880\n  end_ms: 131150\n- text: Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta\n  start_ms: 131150\n  end_ms: 134260\n- text: Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza\n  start_ms: 134260\n  end_ms: 136880\n- text: But this is for the mobsters, holla\n  start_ms: 136880\n  end_ms: 139020\n- text: We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters\n  start_ms: 139020\n  end_ms: 141510\n- text: We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 141510\n  end_ms: 143710\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 143710\n  end_ms: 146350\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n  start_ms: 146350\n  end_ms: 147660\n- text: Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel\n  start_ms: 147660\n  end_ms: 150720\n- text: Lean with it, rock with it, back like the disciples\n  start_ms: 150720\n  end_ms: 153320\n- text: Know when to use a Bible, and when to use a rifle\n  start_ms: 153320\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 158610\n- text: Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael\n  start_ms: 158610\n  end_ms: 161370\n- text: Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku\n  start_ms: 161370\n  end_ms: 164320\n- text: I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do\n  start_ms: 164320\n  end_ms: 166930\n- text: Through conflict that's crucial and drama that's psycho\n  start_ms: 166930\n  end_ms: 168830\n- text: We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 168830\n  end_ms: 172180\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  start_ms: 172180\n  end_ms: 173150\n- text: South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n  start_ms: 173150\n  end_ms: 176590\n- text: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n  start_ms: 176590\n  end_ms: 182240\n- text: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n  start_ms: 182240\n  end_ms: 187690\n- text: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n  start_ms: 187690\n  end_ms: 193280\n- text: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n  start_ms: 193280\n  end_ms: 196380\n- text: We're coming from the- (hey!)\n  start_ms: 196380\n  end_ms: 198480\n- text: Spice it up (la, la, la, la)\n  start_ms: 198480\n  end_ms: 199700\n- text: Ya might have to spice it up\n  start_ms: 199700\n  end_ms: 201930\n- text: Spice it up, spice it up\n  start_ms: 201930\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: Take your life and\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 206460\n- text: Yo, we're coming from the- (hey!)\n  start_ms: 206460\n  end_ms: 218260\n- text: We're coming from the- (hey!)\n  start_ms: 218260\n  end_ms: 224710\n- text: And this concludes our Chicago show\n  start_ms: 224710\n  end_ms: 227940\n- text: Please stay tuned\n  start_ms: 227940\n  end_ms: 240720\n- text: Roughneck, what's up, babe-ooh?\n  start_ms: 240720\n  end_ms: 246470\n- text: This is your man, It's Real, a.k.a. Pharaoh\n  start_ms: 246470\n  end_ms: 251910\n- text: Captain Jack Sparrow\n  start_ms: 251910\n  end_ms: 254550\n- text: Just pulled up on the Internet\n  start_ms: 254550\n  end_ms: 256680\n- text: Ooh, I see y'all in the mirror, shit\n  start_ms: 256680\n  end_ms: 260230\n- text: Washing off your face! This that shit\n  start_ms: 260230\n  end_ms: 263990\n- text: That's what I'm talking 'bout, son\n  start_ms: 263990\n  end_ms: 266750\n- text: Just getting rap! Word up!\n  start_ms: 266750\n  end_ms: 270460\n- text: What I'm saying, where the rock is, right?\n  start_ms: 270460\n  end_ms: 275210\n- text: I need some of that, son\n  start_ms: 275210\n  end_ms: 277680\n- text: That's that inspiration\n  start_ms: 277680\n  end_ms: 280170\n- text: I love you to death, bro-dog, every thanksgiving\n  start_ms: 280170\n  end_ms: 283500\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 283500\nplain: |-\n  La, la, la, la, la\n  And e'rybody say, say\n  La, la, la, la, la\n  I know you, I know you\n\n  I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be\n  Armorall flow 'cause he never gets rusty\n  I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me\n  Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we?\n  Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter\n  Niggas out in Georgetown, the magic way harder\n  Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up\n  Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up\n\n  We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\n  The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars\n  I'm like Jeff Fort, the way I get behind bars\n  Burn CDs with no regard for the stars\n  Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds, and the arts\n  Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas\n  Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods\n  We even yo, you're still talking no cause\n  A conscious nigga with Mac like Steve Jobs\n\n  We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the chi\n\n  Your fly is open, McFly\n  The crowd is open, I think I know why\n  I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes\n  And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi\n  Back in college, I had to get my back up off the futon\n  I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons\n  Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes\n  People asking him, \"Do you have any Grey Poupon?\"\n\n  We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\n  You're in the building but the building's falling\n  You wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Spalding\n  My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans\n  Back in school, y'all niggas you should call in August\n  Summer sun it goes down but I'm still revolving\n  Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling\n  If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin\n  With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling\n\n  We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\n  With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera\n  Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas\n  Can't wait 'til they say, \"Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars\"\n  Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie\n  Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta\n  Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza\n  But this is for the mobsters, holla\n  We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters\n\n  We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\n  Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel\n  Lean with it, rock with it, back like the disciples\n  Know when to use a Bible, and when to use a rifle\n  You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle\n  Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael\n  Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku\n  I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do\n  Through conflict that's crucial and drama that's psycho\n\n  We're coming from the south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), south (side)\n  South (side), south (side), south (side), side of the Chi\n\n  La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n  La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n  La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n  La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n\n  We're coming from the- (hey!)\n  Spice it up (la, la, la, la)\n  Ya might have to spice it up\n  Spice it up, spice it up\n  Take your life and\n  Yo, we're coming from the- (hey!)\n  We're coming from the- (hey!)\n\n  And this concludes our Chicago show\n  Please stay tuned\n\n  Roughneck, what's up, babe-ooh?\n  This is your man, It's Real, a.k.a. Pharaoh\n  Captain Jack Sparrow\n  Just pulled up on the Internet\n  Ooh, I see y'all in the mirror, shit\n  Washing off your face! This that shit\n  That's what I'm talking 'bout, son\n  Just getting rap! Word up!\n\n  What I'm saying, where the rock is, right?\n  I need some of that, son\n  That's that inspiration\n  I love you to death, bro-dog, every thanksgiving\n"}]