[{"id":2199520,"name":"The Food (Live)","trackName":"The Food (Live)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] Tonight's musical guests\n[00:02.35] Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n[00:05.25] Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n[00:12.78] Yeah\n[00:14.04] It's Common Sense\n[00:15.62] Kany West\n[00:17.25] On the Dave Chappelle Show\n[00:18.30] Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n[00:20.09] It's The Food, baby\n[00:21.37] Yo\n[00:22.13] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[00:24.23] And my baby momma late\n[00:25.52] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[00:27.41] So I had to did what I had to did\n[00:29.90] 'cause I had to get\n[00:31.12] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[00:32.54] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[00:35.47] Until the blue and whites\n[00:36.76] (popo, popo, popo)\n[00:38.02] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[00:40.43] Slow motion better than\n[00:41.98] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[00:43.40] Yo, yo\n[00:44.11] You love to hear the story, again and again\n[00:46.73] About these young brothers from the city of wind\n[00:49.47] Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n[00:52.06] Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n[00:55.59] Y'all know the Spreewells\n[00:56.53] And trucks that's detailed\n[00:58.18] Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n[01:00.59] Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n[01:03.17] Bent minds collide with them\n[01:04.73] A system that tries victims\n[01:06.03] We livin' in. My man in the fast lane pivotin'\n[01:09.04] On the block out there sellin' like Eminem\n[01:11.88] On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\n[01:14.26] On the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\n[01:17.19] Shorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\n[01:19.79] Odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\n[01:22.44] Call my man cousin like I'm kin to him\n[01:24.67] He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n[01:26.91] Yo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[01:29.37] And my baby momma late\n[01:30.79] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[01:32.62] So I had to did what I had to did\n[01:35.08] 'cause I had to get\n[01:36.30] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[01:37.96] Yo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[01:40.55] Until the blue and whites\n[01:42.15] (popo, popo, popo)\n[01:43.28] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[01:45.68] Slow motion better than\n[01:47.14] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[01:48.78] It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\n[01:51.57] Throwbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\n[01:54.98] Whether on ball courts\n[01:56.03] Attires or ball shorts\n[01:57.53] We never fall short\n[01:58.99] With us it's all force like and ones\n[02:01.66] Some wave, some air guns\n[02:03.42] The day of the fair ones it's over fo'\n[02:05.58] Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\n[02:07.63] I go toe to toe\n[02:08.47] Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough\n[02:11.10] Though I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\n[02:14.37] Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\n[02:16.93] Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\n[02:19.37] Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\n[02:21.97] Shine the light up!\n[02:22.71] Clench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\n[02:24.90] Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n[02:27.54] Situations\n[02:28.82] The jaws get tighter\n[02:30.27] My man trying to get his way to higher\n[02:32.33] Come on (Yo, yo)\n[02:32.83] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[02:35.15] And my baby momma late\n[02:36.13] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[02:38.09] So I had to did what I had to did\n[02:40.50] 'cause I had to get\n[02:41.79] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[02:43.37] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[02:46.07] Until the blue and whites\n[02:47.13] (popo, popo, popo)\n[02:48.75] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[02:51.04] Slow motion better than\n[02:52.62] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[02:54.38] Yo. Hey yo I\n[02:56.08] I know I could make it right\n[02:58.60] If I can just swallow my pride\n[03:01.64] But I can't run away\n[03:02.90] Or put my gun away\n[03:04.37] You can't front on me\n[03:05.86] I\n[03:06.67] (Woo)\n[03:07.17] I can't let it ride\n[03:09.84] No, no, not tonight\n[03:12.50] I can't run away or put my gun away\n[03:15.43] You can't front on me\n[03:17.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tonight's musical guests\n  start_ms: 1330\n  end_ms: 2350\n- text: Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n  start_ms: 2350\n  end_ms: 5250\n- text: Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n  start_ms: 5250\n  end_ms: 12780\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 12780\n  end_ms: 14040\n- text: It's Common Sense\n  start_ms: 14040\n  end_ms: 15620\n- text: Kany West\n  start_ms: 15620\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: On the Dave Chappelle Show\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 18300\n- text: Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n  start_ms: 18300\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: It's The Food, baby\n  start_ms: 20090\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n  start_ms: 22130\n  end_ms: 24230\n- text: And my baby momma late\n  start_ms: 24230\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 27410\n- text: So I had to did what I had to did\n  start_ms: 27410\n  end_ms: 29900\n- text: '''cause I had to get'\n  start_ms: 29900\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 32540\n- text: I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n  start_ms: 32540\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Until the blue and whites\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 36760\n- text: (popo, popo, popo)\n  start_ms: 36760\n  end_ms: 38020\n- text: Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n  start_ms: 38020\n  end_ms: 40430\n- text: Slow motion better than\n  start_ms: 40430\n  end_ms: 41980\n- text: (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n  start_ms: 41980\n  end_ms: 43400\n- text: Yo, yo\n  start_ms: 43400\n  end_ms: 44110\n- text: You love to hear the story, again and again\n  start_ms: 44110\n  end_ms: 46730\n- text: About these young brothers from the city of wind\n  start_ms: 46730\n  end_ms: 49470\n- text: Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n  start_ms: 49470\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 55590\n- text: Y'all know the Spreewells\n  start_ms: 55590\n  end_ms: 56530\n- text: And trucks that's detailed\n  start_ms: 56530\n  end_ms: 58180\n- text: Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n  start_ms: 58180\n  end_ms: 60590\n- text: Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n  start_ms: 60590\n  end_ms: 63170\n- text: Bent minds collide with them\n  start_ms: 63170\n  end_ms: 64730\n- text: A system that tries victims\n  start_ms: 64730\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: We livin' in. 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With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":30032760,"name":"The Food (Live)","trackName":"The Food (Live)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be (Clean Version)","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be (Clean Version)\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":30243940,"name":"The Food [Live]","trackName":"The Food [Live]","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food [Live]\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":32406976,"name":"Food(Live), The","trackName":"Food(Live), The","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tonight's musical guests\nTwo of Chicago's finest emcees\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West\n\nYeah\nIt's Common Sense\nKany West\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show\nEverybody gotta eat right, y'all\nIt's The Food, baby\n\nYo\nI walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nI'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nYo, yo\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers from the city of wind\nLike juice and gin in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Spreewells\nAnd trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in 'em\nFelt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\nBent minds collide with them\nA system that tries victims\nWe livin' in. My man in the fast lane pivotin'\nOn the block out there sellin' like Eminem\nOn the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\nOn the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\nShorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\nOdds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\nCall my man cousin like I'm kin to him\nHe tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n\nYo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nYo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nIt's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\nThrowbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts\nAttires or ball shorts\nWe never fall short\nWith us it's all force like and ones\nSome wave, some air guns\nThe day of the fair ones it's over fo'\nCats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\nI go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the dough\nThough I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\nAeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\nPo' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\nShine the light up!\nClench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations\nThe jaws get tighter\nMy man trying to get his way to higher\nCome on (Yo, yo)\n\nI walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nI'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nYo. Hey yo I\nI know I could make it right\nIf I can just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away\nOr put my gun away\nYou can't front on me\nI\n(Woo)\nI can't let it ride\nNo, no, not tonight\nI can't run away or put my gun away\nYou can't front on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] Tonight's musical guests\n[00:02.35] Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n[00:05.25] Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n[00:12.78] Yeah\n[00:14.04] It's Common Sense\n[00:15.62] Kany West\n[00:17.25] On the Dave Chappelle Show\n[00:18.30] Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n[00:20.09] It's The Food, baby\n[00:21.37] Yo\n[00:22.13] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[00:24.23] And my baby momma late\n[00:25.52] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[00:27.41] So I had to did what I had to did\n[00:29.90] 'cause I had to get\n[00:31.12] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[00:32.54] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[00:35.47] Until the blue and whites\n[00:36.76] (popo, popo, popo)\n[00:38.02] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[00:40.43] Slow motion better than\n[00:41.98] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[00:43.40] Yo, yo\n[00:44.11] You love to hear the story, again and again\n[00:46.73] About these young brothers from the city of wind\n[00:49.47] Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n[00:52.06] Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n[00:55.59] Y'all know the Spreewells\n[00:56.53] And trucks that's detailed\n[00:58.18] Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n[01:00.59] Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n[01:03.17] Bent minds collide with them\n[01:04.73] A system that tries victims\n[01:06.03] We livin' in. My man in the fast lane pivotin'\n[01:09.04] On the block out there sellin' like Eminem\n[01:11.88] On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\n[01:14.26] On the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\n[01:17.19] Shorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\n[01:19.79] Odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\n[01:22.44] Call my man cousin like I'm kin to him\n[01:24.67] He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n[01:26.91] Yo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[01:29.37] And my baby momma late\n[01:30.79] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[01:32.62] So I had to did what I had to did\n[01:35.08] 'cause I had to get\n[01:36.30] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[01:37.96] Yo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[01:40.55] Until the blue and whites\n[01:42.15] (popo, popo, popo)\n[01:43.28] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[01:45.68] Slow motion better than\n[01:47.14] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[01:48.78] It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\n[01:51.57] Throwbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\n[01:54.98] Whether on ball courts\n[01:56.03] Attires or ball shorts\n[01:57.53] We never fall short\n[01:58.99] With us it's all force like and ones\n[02:01.66] Some wave, some air guns\n[02:03.42] The day of the fair ones it's over fo'\n[02:05.58] Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\n[02:07.63] I go toe to toe\n[02:08.47] Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough\n[02:11.10] Though I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\n[02:14.37] Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\n[02:16.93] Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\n[02:19.37] Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\n[02:21.97] Shine the light up!\n[02:22.71] Clench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\n[02:24.90] Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n[02:27.54] Situations\n[02:28.82] The jaws get tighter\n[02:30.27] My man trying to get his way to higher\n[02:32.33] Come on (Yo, yo)\n[02:32.83] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[02:35.15] And my baby momma late\n[02:36.13] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[02:38.09] So I had to did what I had to did\n[02:40.50] 'cause I had to get\n[02:41.79] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[02:43.37] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[02:46.07] Until the blue and whites\n[02:47.13] (popo, popo, popo)\n[02:48.75] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[02:51.04] Slow motion better than\n[02:52.62] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[02:54.38] Yo. Hey yo I\n[02:56.08] I know I could make it right\n[02:58.60] If I can just swallow my pride\n[03:01.64] But I can't run away\n[03:02.90] Or put my gun away\n[03:04.37] You can't front on me\n[03:05.86] I\n[03:06.67] (Woo)\n[03:07.17] I can't let it ride\n[03:09.84] No, no, not tonight\n[03:12.50] I can't run away or put my gun away\n[03:15.43] You can't front on me\n[03:17.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Food(Live), The\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tonight's musical guests\n  start_ms: 1330\n  end_ms: 2350\n- text: Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n  start_ms: 2350\n  end_ms: 5250\n- text: Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n  start_ms: 5250\n  end_ms: 12780\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 12780\n  end_ms: 14040\n- text: It's Common Sense\n  start_ms: 14040\n  end_ms: 15620\n- text: Kany West\n  start_ms: 15620\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: On the Dave Chappelle Show\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 18300\n- text: Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n  start_ms: 18300\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: It's The Food, baby\n  start_ms: 20090\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n  start_ms: 22130\n  end_ms: 24230\n- text: And my baby momma late\n  start_ms: 24230\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 27410\n- text: So I had to did what I had to did\n  start_ms: 27410\n  end_ms: 29900\n- text: '''cause I had to get'\n  start_ms: 29900\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 32540\n- text: I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n  start_ms: 32540\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Until the blue and whites\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 36760\n- text: (popo, popo, popo)\n  start_ms: 36760\n  end_ms: 38020\n- text: Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n  start_ms: 38020\n  end_ms: 40430\n- text: Slow motion better than\n  start_ms: 40430\n  end_ms: 41980\n- text: (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n  start_ms: 41980\n  end_ms: 43400\n- text: Yo, yo\n  start_ms: 43400\n  end_ms: 44110\n- text: You love to hear the story, again and again\n  start_ms: 44110\n  end_ms: 46730\n- text: About these young brothers from the city of wind\n  start_ms: 46730\n  end_ms: 49470\n- text: Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n  start_ms: 49470\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 55590\n- text: Y'all know the Spreewells\n  start_ms: 55590\n  end_ms: 56530\n- text: And trucks that's detailed\n  start_ms: 56530\n  end_ms: 58180\n- text: Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n  start_ms: 58180\n  end_ms: 60590\n- text: Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n  start_ms: 60590\n  end_ms: 63170\n- text: Bent minds collide with them\n  start_ms: 63170\n  end_ms: 64730\n- text: A system that tries victims\n  start_ms: 64730\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: We livin' in. 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Hey yo I\n  I know I could make it right\n  If I can just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away\n  Or put my gun away\n  You can't front on me\n  I\n  (Woo)\n  I can't let it ride\n  No, no, not tonight\n  I can't run away or put my gun away\n  You can't front on me\n"},{"id":19252339,"name":"The Food (live)","trackName":"The Food (live)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":268.700833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (live)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 268701\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":23838321,"name":"The Food (Live)","trackName":"The Food (Live)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be (Explicit)","duration":216.944036,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 216944\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":22189683,"name":"The Food - Live","trackName":"The Food - Live","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be (20th Anniversary)","duration":216.894694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food - Live\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be (20th Anniversary)\n  duration_ms: 216895\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":22302237,"name":"The Food (live)","trackName":"The Food (live)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be (20th Anniversary Edition)","duration":216.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (live)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be (20th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 216867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":13049067,"name":"The Food (Live)","trackName":"The Food (Live)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be (Deluxe Edition)","duration":216.9208064,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 216921\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":27067425,"name":"The Food (live)","trackName":"The Food (live)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":260.837958,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (live)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 260838\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":28346225,"name":"The Food (live)","trackName":"The Food (live)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be (2005)","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (live)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be (2005)\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":22611709,"name":"The Food [Live] [Live]","trackName":"The Food [Live] [Live]","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":216.978375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tonight's musical guests\nTwo of Chicago's finest emcees\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West\n\nYeah\nIt's Common Sense\nKany West\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show\nEverybody gotta eat right, y'all\nIt's The Food, baby\n\nYo\nI walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nI'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nYo, yo\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers from the city of wind\nLike juice and gin in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Spreewells\nAnd trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in 'em\nFelt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\nBent minds collide with them\nA system that tries victims\nWe livin' in. My man in the fast lane pivotin'\nOn the block out there sellin' like Eminem\nOn the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\nOn the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\nShorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\nOdds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\nCall my man cousin like I'm kin to him\nHe tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n\nYo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nYo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nIt's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\nThrowbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts\nAttires or ball shorts\nWe never fall short\nWith us it's all force like and ones\nSome wave, some air guns\nThe day of the fair ones it's over fo'\nCats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\nI go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the dough\nThough I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\nAeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\nPo' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\nShine the light up!\nClench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations\nThe jaws get tighter\nMy man trying to get his way to higher\nCome on (Yo, yo)\n\nI walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nI'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nYo. Hey yo I\nI know I could make it right\nIf I can just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away\nOr put my gun away\nYou can't front on me\nI\n(Woo)\nI can't let it ride\nNo, no, not tonight\nI can't run away or put my gun away\nYou can't front on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] Tonight's musical guests\n[00:02.35] Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n[00:05.25] Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n[00:12.78] Yeah\n[00:14.04] It's Common Sense\n[00:15.62] Kany West\n[00:17.25] On the Dave Chappelle Show\n[00:18.30] Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n[00:20.09] It's The Food, baby\n[00:21.37] Yo\n[00:22.13] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[00:24.23] And my baby momma late\n[00:25.52] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[00:27.41] So I had to did what I had to did\n[00:29.90] 'cause I had to get\n[00:31.12] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[00:32.54] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[00:35.47] Until the blue and whites\n[00:36.76] (popo, popo, popo)\n[00:38.02] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[00:40.43] Slow motion better than\n[00:41.98] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[00:43.40] Yo, yo\n[00:44.11] You love to hear the story, again and again\n[00:46.73] About these young brothers from the city of wind\n[00:49.47] Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n[00:52.06] Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n[00:55.59] Y'all know the Spreewells\n[00:56.53] And trucks that's detailed\n[00:58.18] Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n[01:00.59] Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n[01:03.17] Bent minds collide with them\n[01:04.73] A system that tries victims\n[01:06.03] We livin' in. 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Hey yo I\n[02:56.08] I know I could make it right\n[02:58.60] If I can just swallow my pride\n[03:01.64] But I can't run away\n[03:02.90] Or put my gun away\n[03:04.37] You can't front on me\n[03:05.86] I\n[03:06.67] (Woo)\n[03:07.17] I can't let it ride\n[03:09.84] No, no, not tonight\n[03:12.50] I can't run away or put my gun away\n[03:15.43] You can't front on me\n[03:17.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food [Live] [Live]\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 216978\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tonight's musical guests\n  start_ms: 1330\n  end_ms: 2350\n- text: Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n  start_ms: 2350\n  end_ms: 5250\n- text: Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n  start_ms: 5250\n  end_ms: 12780\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 12780\n  end_ms: 14040\n- text: It's Common Sense\n  start_ms: 14040\n  end_ms: 15620\n- text: Kany West\n  start_ms: 15620\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: On the Dave Chappelle Show\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 18300\n- text: Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n  start_ms: 18300\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: It's The Food, baby\n  start_ms: 20090\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n  start_ms: 22130\n  end_ms: 24230\n- text: And my baby momma late\n  start_ms: 24230\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 27410\n- text: So I had to did what I had to did\n  start_ms: 27410\n  end_ms: 29900\n- text: '''cause I had to get'\n  start_ms: 29900\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 32540\n- text: I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n  start_ms: 32540\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Until the blue and whites\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 36760\n- text: (popo, popo, popo)\n  start_ms: 36760\n  end_ms: 38020\n- text: Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n  start_ms: 38020\n  end_ms: 40430\n- text: Slow motion better than\n  start_ms: 40430\n  end_ms: 41980\n- text: (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n  start_ms: 41980\n  end_ms: 43400\n- text: Yo, yo\n  start_ms: 43400\n  end_ms: 44110\n- text: You love to hear the story, again and again\n  start_ms: 44110\n  end_ms: 46730\n- text: About these young brothers from the city of wind\n  start_ms: 46730\n  end_ms: 49470\n- text: Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n  start_ms: 49470\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 55590\n- text: Y'all know the Spreewells\n  start_ms: 55590\n  end_ms: 56530\n- text: And trucks that's detailed\n  start_ms: 56530\n  end_ms: 58180\n- text: Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n  start_ms: 58180\n  end_ms: 60590\n- text: Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n  start_ms: 60590\n  end_ms: 63170\n- text: Bent minds collide with them\n  start_ms: 63170\n  end_ms: 64730\n- text: A system that tries victims\n  start_ms: 64730\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: We livin' in. 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With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live (Edited))\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":39930028,"name":"The Food - Live (Explicit)","trackName":"The Food - Live (Explicit)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be (UK Version)","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Kanye West)\n\nI walked in the crib, got 2 kids,\nAnd my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).\nSo I had to did what I had to did,\n'Cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).\nI'm up all night gettin' my money right,\nUntil the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).\nNow the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers from the city of wind.\nLike juice and gin in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims.\nY'all know the spreewells\nAnd trucks that's detailed,\nHeartless females that wanna ride in 'em\nFelt the southside in them with raw hides and denim,\nBent minds collide with them.\nA system that tries victims, we livin' in.\nMy man in the fast lane pivotin',\nOn the block ******* sellin' like m & m,\nOn the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em,\nOn the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin.\nShorties get the game with no instructions of asemblin',\nOdds right it seems like the fight is dim in him.\nCall my man cuzin like I'm kin to him,\nHe tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him.\n\n(Yo) I walked in the crib, got 2 kids,\nAnd my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).\nSo I had to did what I had to did,\n'Cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).\n(Yo) I'm up all night gettin' my money right,\nUntil the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).\nNow the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nIt's all good in the hood like rats and gyms,\nFullbacks and tims, blacks and rims.\nWhether on ball courts,\nAttires are ball shorts,\nWe never fall short.\nWith us it's all force like air ones.\nSome wave some air guns,\nThe day of the fair ones it's over fo'.\nCats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\nI go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the dough.\nThough I know to grow a ***** gotta learn to let go,\nThough I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto.\nAeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind,\nPo' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind.\nShine the light up!\nClench my fists tight, holdin' it right up.\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter.\nSituations, the jaws get tighter,\nMy man trying to get his way to higher\n\n(Yo.yo.yo) I walked in the crib, got 2 kids,\nAnd my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).\nSo I had to did what I had to did,\n'Cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).\nI'm up all night gettin' my money right,\nUntil the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).\nNow the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nYo. hey yo I, I know I could make it right\nIf I can just swallow my pride,\nBut I can't run away or put my gun away.\nYou can't front on me!\nI, no I can't let it ride.\nNo no not tonight,\nNo I can't run away or put my gun away.\nYou can't front on me!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95](Feat. 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With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live) (feat. 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With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":10986288,"name":"The Food (Live) | Hiphopde.com","trackName":"The Food (Live) | Hiphopde.com","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dave Chappelle]\nTonight's musical guest\nTwo of Chicago's Finest emcees!\nGive it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n\"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n[Intro - Common]\nYeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\nIt's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live) | Hiphopde.com\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dave Chappelle]\n  Tonight's musical guest\n  Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!\n  Give it up for Common and Kanye West!\n\n  \"It's Common Sense!\"\n\n  [Intro - Common]\n  Yeah! \"Common Sense!\" - {*scratched*}\n  It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":5581499,"name":"The Food (Live) (Feat. 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With Kanye West!\nOn the Dave Chappelle Show!\nEverybody gotta eat right?\nIt's the food baby!\n\n[Chorus - Kanye West]\nI walked in the crib, got two kids\nAnd my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\nSo I had to did, what I had to did\nCause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\nI'm up all night, getting my money right\nUntil the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\nNow the money coming slow, but a least a - know\nSlow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n[Verse - Common]\nYou love to hear the story, again and again\nAbout these young brothers, from the City of Wind\nLike juice and gin, in the city we blend\nAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\nY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\nHeartless females that wanna ride in em\nFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\nPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\nWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\nOn the block white is selling like Eminem\nOn the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\nOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\nShorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\nEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\nCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\nHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - Common]\nIt's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\nThrowbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\nWe never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\nSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\nCats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the doe\nThough I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\nArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\nPo' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\nClench my fists tight, holding the right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations, and jobs get tighter\nMy man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge - Kanye West]\nI - I know I could make it right\nIf I could just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\nI - no I can't let it ride\nNo no not tonight\nSee I can't run away or put my - away\nYou can't front on me\n\n[*applause*]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] Tonight's musical guests\n[00:02.35] Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n[00:05.25] Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n[00:12.78] Yeah\n[00:14.04] It's Common Sense\n[00:15.62] Kany West\n[00:17.25] On the Dave Chappelle Show\n[00:18.30] Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n[00:20.09] It's The Food, baby\n[00:21.37] Yo\n[00:22.13] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[00:24.23] And my baby momma late\n[00:25.52] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[00:27.41] So I had to did what I had to did\n[00:29.90] 'cause I had to get\n[00:31.12] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[00:32.54] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[00:35.47] Until the blue and whites\n[00:36.76] (popo, popo, popo)\n[00:38.02] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[00:40.43] Slow motion better than\n[00:41.98] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[00:43.40] Yo, yo\n[00:44.11] You love to hear the story, again and again\n[00:46.73] About these young brothers from the city of wind\n[00:49.47] Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n[00:52.06] Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n[00:55.59] Y'all know the Spreewells\n[00:56.53] And trucks that's detailed\n[00:58.18] Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n[01:00.59] Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n[01:03.17] Bent minds collide with them\n[01:04.73] A system that tries victims\n[01:06.03] We livin' in. My man in the fast lane pivotin'\n[01:09.04] On the block out there sellin' like Eminem\n[01:11.88] On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\n[01:14.26] On the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\n[01:17.19] Shorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\n[01:19.79] Odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\n[01:22.44] Call my man cousin like I'm kin to him\n[01:24.67] He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n[01:26.91] Yo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[01:29.37] And my baby momma late\n[01:30.79] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[01:32.62] So I had to did what I had to did\n[01:35.08] 'cause I had to get\n[01:36.30] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[01:37.96] Yo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[01:40.55] Until the blue and whites\n[01:42.15] (popo, popo, popo)\n[01:43.28] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[01:45.68] Slow motion better than\n[01:47.14] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[01:48.78] It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\n[01:51.57] Throwbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\n[01:54.98] Whether on ball courts\n[01:56.03] Attires or ball shorts\n[01:57.53] We never fall short\n[01:58.99] With us it's all force like and ones\n[02:01.66] Some wave, some air guns\n[02:03.42] The day of the fair ones it's over fo'\n[02:05.58] Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\n[02:07.63] I go toe to toe\n[02:08.47] Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough\n[02:11.10] Though I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\n[02:14.37] Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\n[02:16.93] Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\n[02:19.37] Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\n[02:21.97] Shine the light up!\n[02:22.71] Clench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\n[02:24.90] Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n[02:27.54] Situations\n[02:28.82] The jaws get tighter\n[02:30.27] My man trying to get his way to higher\n[02:32.33] Come on (Yo, yo)\n[02:32.83] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[02:35.15] And my baby momma late\n[02:36.13] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[02:38.09] So I had to did what I had to did\n[02:40.50] 'cause I had to get\n[02:41.79] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[02:43.37] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[02:46.07] Until the blue and whites\n[02:47.13] (popo, popo, popo)\n[02:48.75] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[02:51.04] Slow motion better than\n[02:52.62] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[02:54.38] Yo. Hey yo I\n[02:56.08] I know I could make it right\n[02:58.60] If I can just swallow my pride\n[03:01.64] But I can't run away\n[03:02.90] Or put my gun away\n[03:04.37] You can't front on me\n[03:05.86] I\n[03:06.67] (Woo)\n[03:07.17] I can't let it ride\n[03:09.84] No, no, not tonight\n[03:12.50] I can't run away or put my gun away\n[03:15.43] You can't front on me\n[03:17.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live) (Feat. 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With Kanye West!\n  On the Dave Chappelle Show!\n  Everybody gotta eat right?\n  It's the food baby!\n\n  [Chorus - Kanye West]\n  I walked in the crib, got two kids\n  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)\n  So I had to did, what I had to did\n  Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)\n  I'm up all night, getting my money right\n  Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)\n  Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know\n  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  You love to hear the story, again and again\n  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind\n  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend\n  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed\n  Heartless females that wanna ride in em\n  Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim\n  Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims\n  We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting\n  On the block white is selling like Eminem\n  On the block it \"Jump Off\" like Kim and them\n  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then\n  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling\n  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them\n  Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him\n  He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse - Common]\n  It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems\n  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts\n  We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's\n  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for\n  Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe\n  Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto\n  Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind\n  Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up\n  Clench my fists tight, holding the right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations, and jobs get tighter\n  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Bridge - Kanye West]\n  I - I know I could make it right\n  If I could just swallow my pride\n  But I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n  I - no I can't let it ride\n  No no not tonight\n  See I can't run away or put my - away\n  You can't front on me\n\n  [*applause*]\n"},{"id":24222568,"name":"The Food (Feat. 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My man in the fast lane pivotin'\nOn the block out there sellin' like Eminem\nOn the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\nOn the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\nShorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\nOdds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\nCall my man cousin like I'm kin to him\nHe tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n\nYo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nYo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nIt's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\nThrowbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts\nAttires or ball shorts\nWe never fall short\nWith us it's all force like and ones\nSome wave, some air guns\nThe day of the fair ones it's over fo'\nCats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\nI go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the dough\nThough I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\nAeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\nPo' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\nShine the light up!\nClench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations\nThe jaws get tighter\nMy man trying to get his way to higher\nCome on (Yo, yo)\n\nI walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nI'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nYo. Hey yo I\nI know I could make it right\nIf I can just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away\nOr put my gun away\nYou can't front on me\nI\n(Woo)\nI can't let it ride\nNo, no, not tonight\nI can't run away or put my gun away\nYou can't front on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] Tonight's musical guests\n[00:02.35] Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n[00:05.25] Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n[00:12.78] Yeah\n[00:14.04] It's Common Sense\n[00:15.62] Kany West\n[00:17.25] On the Dave Chappelle Show\n[00:18.30] Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n[00:20.09] It's The Food, baby\n[00:21.37] Yo\n[00:22.13] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[00:24.23] And my baby momma late\n[00:25.52] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[00:27.41] So I had to did what I had to did\n[00:29.90] 'cause I had to get\n[00:31.12] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[00:32.54] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[00:35.47] Until the blue and whites\n[00:36.76] (popo, popo, popo)\n[00:38.02] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[00:40.43] Slow motion better than\n[00:41.98] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[00:43.40] Yo, yo\n[00:44.11] You love to hear the story, again and again\n[00:46.73] About these young brothers from the city of wind\n[00:49.47] Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n[00:52.06] Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n[00:55.59] Y'all know the Spreewells\n[00:56.53] And trucks that's detailed\n[00:58.18] Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n[01:00.59] Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n[01:03.17] Bent minds collide with them\n[01:04.73] A system that tries victims\n[01:06.03] We livin' in. My man in the fast lane pivotin'\n[01:09.04] On the block out there sellin' like Eminem\n[01:11.88] On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\n[01:14.26] On the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\n[01:17.19] Shorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\n[01:19.79] Odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\n[01:22.44] Call my man cousin like I'm kin to him\n[01:24.67] He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n[01:26.91] Yo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[01:29.37] And my baby momma late\n[01:30.79] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[01:32.62] So I had to did what I had to did\n[01:35.08] 'cause I had to get\n[01:36.30] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[01:37.96] Yo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[01:40.55] Until the blue and whites\n[01:42.15] (popo, popo, popo)\n[01:43.28] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[01:45.68] Slow motion better than\n[01:47.14] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[01:48.78] It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\n[01:51.57] Throwbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\n[01:54.98] Whether on ball courts\n[01:56.03] Attires or ball shorts\n[01:57.53] We never fall short\n[01:58.99] With us it's all force like and ones\n[02:01.66] Some wave, some air guns\n[02:03.42] The day of the fair ones it's over fo'\n[02:05.58] Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\n[02:07.63] I go toe to toe\n[02:08.47] Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough\n[02:11.10] Though I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\n[02:14.37] Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\n[02:16.93] Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\n[02:19.37] Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\n[02:21.97] Shine the light up!\n[02:22.71] Clench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\n[02:24.90] Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n[02:27.54] Situations\n[02:28.82] The jaws get tighter\n[02:30.27] My man trying to get his way to higher\n[02:32.33] Come on (Yo, yo)\n[02:32.83] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[02:35.15] And my baby momma late\n[02:36.13] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[02:38.09] So I had to did what I had to did\n[02:40.50] 'cause I had to get\n[02:41.79] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[02:43.37] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[02:46.07] Until the blue and whites\n[02:47.13] (popo, popo, popo)\n[02:48.75] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[02:51.04] Slow motion better than\n[02:52.62] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[02:54.38] Yo. Hey yo I\n[02:56.08] I know I could make it right\n[02:58.60] If I can just swallow my pride\n[03:01.64] But I can't run away\n[03:02.90] Or put my gun away\n[03:04.37] You can't front on me\n[03:05.86] I\n[03:06.67] (Woo)\n[03:07.17] I can't let it ride\n[03:09.84] No, no, not tonight\n[03:12.50] I can't run away or put my gun away\n[03:15.43] You can't front on me\n[03:17.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Feat. 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My man in the fast lane pivotin'\n  On the block out there sellin' like Eminem\n  On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\n  On the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\n  Shorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\n  Odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\n  Call my man cousin like I'm kin to him\n  He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n\n  Yo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n  And my baby momma late\n  (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n  So I had to did what I had to did\n  'cause I had to get\n  (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n  Yo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n  Until the blue and whites\n  (popo, popo, popo)\n  Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n  Slow motion better than\n  (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\n  It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\n  Throwbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\n  Whether on ball courts\n  Attires or ball shorts\n  We never fall short\n  With us it's all force like and ones\n  Some wave, some air guns\n  The day of the fair ones it's over fo'\n  Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\n  I go toe to toe\n  Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough\n  Though I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\n  Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\n  Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\n  Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\n  Shine the light up!\n  Clench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\n  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n  Situations\n  The jaws get tighter\n  My man trying to get his way to higher\n  Come on (Yo, yo)\n\n  I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n  And my baby momma late\n  (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n  So I had to did what I had to did\n  'cause I had to get\n  (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n  I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n  Until the blue and whites\n  (popo, popo, popo)\n  Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n  Slow motion better than\n  (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\n  Yo. 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My man in the fast lane pivotin'\nOn the block out there sellin' like Eminem\nOn the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\nOn the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\nShorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\nOdds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\nCall my man cousin like I'm kin to him\nHe tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n\nYo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nYo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nIt's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\nThrowbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\nWhether on ball courts\nAttires or ball shorts\nWe never fall short\nWith us it's all force like and ones\nSome wave, some air guns\nThe day of the fair ones it's over fo'\nCats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\nI go toe to toe\nWondering if it's for the art or for the dough\nThough I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\nThough I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\nAeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\nPo' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\nShine the light up!\nClench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\nFreedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\nSituations\nThe jaws get tighter\nMy man trying to get his way to higher\nCome on (Yo, yo)\n\nI walked in the crib, got 2 kids\nAnd my baby momma late\n(uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\nSo I had to did what I had to did\n'cause I had to get\n(do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\nI'm up all night gettin' my money right\nUntil the blue and whites\n(popo, popo, popo)\nNow the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\nSlow motion better than\n(no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n\nYo. Hey yo I\nI know I could make it right\nIf I can just swallow my pride\nBut I can't run away\nOr put my gun away\nYou can't front on me\nI\n(Woo)\nI can't let it ride\nNo, no, not tonight\nI can't run away or put my gun away\nYou can't front on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] Tonight's musical guests\n[00:02.35] Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n[00:05.25] Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n[00:12.78] Yeah\n[00:14.04] It's Common Sense\n[00:15.62] Kany West\n[00:17.25] On the Dave Chappelle Show\n[00:18.30] Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n[00:20.09] It's The Food, baby\n[00:21.37] Yo\n[00:22.13] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[00:24.23] And my baby momma late\n[00:25.52] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[00:27.41] So I had to did what I had to did\n[00:29.90] 'cause I had to get\n[00:31.12] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[00:32.54] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[00:35.47] Until the blue and whites\n[00:36.76] (popo, popo, popo)\n[00:38.02] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[00:40.43] Slow motion better than\n[00:41.98] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[00:43.40] Yo, yo\n[00:44.11] You love to hear the story, again and again\n[00:46.73] About these young brothers from the city of wind\n[00:49.47] Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n[00:52.06] Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n[00:55.59] Y'all know the Spreewells\n[00:56.53] And trucks that's detailed\n[00:58.18] Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n[01:00.59] Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n[01:03.17] Bent minds collide with them\n[01:04.73] A system that tries victims\n[01:06.03] We livin' in. My man in the fast lane pivotin'\n[01:09.04] On the block out there sellin' like Eminem\n[01:11.88] On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em\n[01:14.26] On the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin\n[01:17.19] Shorties get the game with no instructions of assemblin'\n[01:19.79] Odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him\n[01:22.44] Call my man cousin like I'm kin to him\n[01:24.67] He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him\n[01:26.91] Yo, I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[01:29.37] And my baby momma late\n[01:30.79] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[01:32.62] So I had to did what I had to did\n[01:35.08] 'cause I had to get\n[01:36.30] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[01:37.96] Yo, I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[01:40.55] Until the blue and whites\n[01:42.15] (popo, popo, popo)\n[01:43.28] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[01:45.68] Slow motion better than\n[01:47.14] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[01:48.78] It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms\n[01:51.57] Throwbacks and Tims, blacks and rims\n[01:54.98] Whether on ball courts\n[01:56.03] Attires or ball shorts\n[01:57.53] We never fall short\n[01:58.99] With us it's all force like and ones\n[02:01.66] Some wave, some air guns\n[02:03.42] The day of the fair ones it's over fo'\n[02:05.58] Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?\n[02:07.63] I go toe to toe\n[02:08.47] Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough\n[02:11.10] Though I know to grow I fucking gotta learn to let go\n[02:14.37] Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto\n[02:16.93] Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind\n[02:19.37] Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind\n[02:21.97] Shine the light up!\n[02:22.71] Clench my fists tight, holdin' it right up\n[02:24.90] Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter\n[02:27.54] Situations\n[02:28.82] The jaws get tighter\n[02:30.27] My man trying to get his way to higher\n[02:32.33] Come on (Yo, yo)\n[02:32.83] I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n[02:35.15] And my baby momma late\n[02:36.13] (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n[02:38.09] So I had to did what I had to did\n[02:40.50] 'cause I had to get\n[02:41.79] (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n[02:43.37] I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n[02:46.07] Until the blue and whites\n[02:47.13] (popo, popo, popo)\n[02:48.75] Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n[02:51.04] Slow motion better than\n[02:52.62] (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n[02:54.38] Yo. Hey yo I\n[02:56.08] I know I could make it right\n[02:58.60] If I can just swallow my pride\n[03:01.64] But I can't run away\n[03:02.90] Or put my gun away\n[03:04.37] You can't front on me\n[03:05.86] I\n[03:06.67] (Woo)\n[03:07.17] I can't let it ride\n[03:09.84] No, no, not tonight\n[03:12.50] I can't run away or put my gun away\n[03:15.43] You can't front on me\n[03:17.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Food (Live) (Featuring Kanye West)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tonight's musical guests\n  start_ms: 1330\n  end_ms: 2350\n- text: Two of Chicago's finest emcees\n  start_ms: 2350\n  end_ms: 5250\n- text: Give it up for Common and Kanye West\n  start_ms: 5250\n  end_ms: 12780\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 12780\n  end_ms: 14040\n- text: It's Common Sense\n  start_ms: 14040\n  end_ms: 15620\n- text: Kany West\n  start_ms: 15620\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: On the Dave Chappelle Show\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 18300\n- text: Everybody gotta eat right, y'all\n  start_ms: 18300\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: It's The Food, baby\n  start_ms: 20090\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: I walked in the crib, got 2 kids\n  start_ms: 22130\n  end_ms: 24230\n- text: And my baby momma late\n  start_ms: 24230\n  end_ms: 25520\n- text: (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)\n  start_ms: 25520\n  end_ms: 27410\n- text: So I had to did what I had to did\n  start_ms: 27410\n  end_ms: 29900\n- text: '''cause I had to get'\n  start_ms: 29900\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough)\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 32540\n- text: I'm up all night gettin' my money right\n  start_ms: 32540\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Until the blue and whites\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 36760\n- text: (popo, popo, popo)\n  start_ms: 36760\n  end_ms: 38020\n- text: Now the money coming slow, but at least ya didn't know\n  start_ms: 38020\n  end_ms: 40430\n- text: Slow motion better than\n  start_ms: 40430\n  end_ms: 41980\n- text: (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)\n  start_ms: 41980\n  end_ms: 43400\n- text: Yo, yo\n  start_ms: 43400\n  end_ms: 44110\n- text: You love to hear the story, again and again\n  start_ms: 44110\n  end_ms: 46730\n- text: About these young brothers from the city of wind\n  start_ms: 46730\n  end_ms: 49470\n- text: Like juice and gin in the city we blend\n  start_ms: 49470\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 55590\n- text: Y'all know the Spreewells\n  start_ms: 55590\n  end_ms: 56530\n- text: And trucks that's detailed\n  start_ms: 56530\n  end_ms: 58180\n- text: Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em\n  start_ms: 58180\n  end_ms: 60590\n- text: Felt the southside venom and rawhides and denim\n  start_ms: 60590\n  end_ms: 63170\n- text: Bent minds collide with them\n  start_ms: 63170\n  end_ms: 64730\n- text: A system that tries victims\n  start_ms: 64730\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: We livin' in. 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