[{"id":17781075,"name":"Up Against The Wall","trackName":"Up Against The Wall","artistName":"Consequence","albumName":"Movies on Demand 2","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crack's in your pocket\nWeed in your pocket\nDope in your pocket\nWho the hell could stop it?\nYou can't get caught with\nSo you might want it locked in\n\n(I never thought you'd find me)\n(I never thought you'd see me)\nCrack's in your pocket\nWeed in your pocket\n(I never thought you'd find me)\nDope in your pocket\nWho the hell could stop it?\nUp against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\nIt was around two at night, I saw the blue and whites\nThere was one black officer and two were white\nAnd I'll admit that I was wrong 'cause I blew the light\nBut I figured the black one was out to prove he white\nAnd he'd prove me right and wouldn't do me right\nSo when I rolled the window down he wasn't too polite\nMatter fact, he was screaming at the top of his tonsils\nI said, \"Sir, there's no need to be this hostile.\"\n\"Well, Mr. Cons, you got late registration\"\nI said, \"It's me, Cons, from Late Registration\"\nHe looked at me like I ain't take my medication\nAnd this was the cause of his detonation\nHe told me, \"Step away from the vehicle\"\nThis is becoming way too much to read into\nHe called for back-up, so what'd you expected me to do?\nTo stand there like a horse at a feeding zoo?\nNah, I did what my feet should do\nI tried to bolt but then the white\none put the nine millimeter to my throat\nAnd told me, \"Freeze, or you'll be risking it all\"\nAnd that's how I wound up\n\nUp against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n(I never thought you'd find me)\n(I never thought you'd see me)\nCrack's in your pocket\nWeed in your pocket\n(I never thought you'd find me)\nDope in your pocket\nWho the hell could stop it?\nUp against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\nYea, caught red-handed, ridin' with the cannon\nSchemin' and scammin', livin' like Reggie Hammond\nA phantom, snapshots from the man's Canon\nPigs got my pictures on the wall like a parent\nI be disappearin' but the cameras\n'll catch you doin' dirt if you be careless\nYou gotta be more aware of it\nTo save yourself the embarrassment of gettin' caught carryin'\nThey hit me homie with calendars, he was talented\nAnd I'm still fightin' cases out in Maryland and breakin' up marriages\nLike packages of white, like Marilyn\nStill dabble in the crack game, baggin' it\nFeds in the palaces, searchin' through the cabinets\nI'm a capitalist, get off that faggot shit\nMy establishment, that's rather fabulous\nPolice threw us in the paddy wagon like savages\n\n(I never thought you'd find me)\n(I never thought you'd see me)\nCrack's in your pocket\nWeed in your pocket\n(I never thought you'd find me)\nDope in your pocket\nWho the hell could stop it?\nUp against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\nYea, this shit got me feelin' kinda like Sunday evenin'\nOn the pulpit, me and my heathens\nMe and Consequence circle your seven continents all in one weekend\nMake sure your proposal is decent, get exposed to treason\nThe last of the dyin' Mohicans when mentionin' rappers\nMy niggas'll rat-tat-tat you, then kiss your mother right after\nDisaster'll strike faster than a thief in the night\nThe thesis of a black man, policemen never could write\nThat's why our backs against the walls, gun raised\nTakin' out everything, like bank withdrawals before the year 2K\nAnd by the end of the day, I'll be America's most wanted\nShot and confronted while runnin' from the CIA\nLivin' life as a rebel, the last Panther stuck in the ghetto\nTuckin' the metal like junkyards and rockstars\nThe smoke never settles, where I'm from\nFrom a tree to the corner-stores is where we hung, uhh\n\n(I never thought you'd find me)\n(I never thought you'd see me)\nCrack's in your pocket\nWeed in your pocket\n(I never thought you'd find me)\nDope in your pocket\nWho the hell could stop it?\nUp against the wall, against the wall, against the wall","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up Against The Wall\n  artist: Consequence\n  album: Movies on Demand 2\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  You can't get caught with\n  So you might want it locked in\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  It was around two at night, I saw the blue and whites\n  There was one black officer and two were white\n  And I'll admit that I was wrong 'cause I blew the light\n  But I figured the black one was out to prove he white\n  And he'd prove me right and wouldn't do me right\n  So when I rolled the window down he wasn't too polite\n  Matter fact, he was screaming at the top of his tonsils\n  I said, \"Sir, there's no need to be this hostile.\"\n  \"Well, Mr. Cons, you got late registration\"\n  I said, \"It's me, Cons, from Late Registration\"\n  He looked at me like I ain't take my medication\n  And this was the cause of his detonation\n  He told me, \"Step away from the vehicle\"\n  This is becoming way too much to read into\n  He called for back-up, so what'd you expected me to do?\n  To stand there like a horse at a feeding zoo?\n  Nah, I did what my feet should do\n  I tried to bolt but then the white\n  one put the nine millimeter to my throat\n  And told me, \"Freeze, or you'll be risking it all\"\n  And that's how I wound up\n\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  Yea, caught red-handed, ridin' with the cannon\n  Schemin' and scammin', livin' like Reggie Hammond\n  A phantom, snapshots from the man's Canon\n  Pigs got my pictures on the wall like a parent\n  I be disappearin' but the cameras\n  'll catch you doin' dirt if you be careless\n  You gotta be more aware of it\n  To save yourself the embarrassment of gettin' caught carryin'\n  They hit me homie with calendars, he was talented\n  And I'm still fightin' cases out in Maryland and breakin' up marriages\n  Like packages of white, like Marilyn\n  Still dabble in the crack game, baggin' it\n  Feds in the palaces, searchin' through the cabinets\n  I'm a capitalist, get off that faggot shit\n  My establishment, that's rather fabulous\n  Police threw us in the paddy wagon like savages\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  Yea, this shit got me feelin' kinda like Sunday evenin'\n  On the pulpit, me and my heathens\n  Me and Consequence circle your seven continents all in one weekend\n  Make sure your proposal is decent, get exposed to treason\n  The last of the dyin' Mohicans when mentionin' rappers\n  My niggas'll rat-tat-tat you, then kiss your mother right after\n  Disaster'll strike faster than a thief in the night\n  The thesis of a black man, policemen never could write\n  That's why our backs against the walls, gun raised\n  Takin' out everything, like bank withdrawals before the year 2K\n  And by the end of the day, I'll be America's most wanted\n  Shot and confronted while runnin' from the CIA\n  Livin' life as a rebel, the last Panther stuck in the ghetto\n  Tuckin' the metal like junkyards and rockstars\n  The smoke never settles, where I'm from\n  From a tree to the corner-stores is where we hung, uhh\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n"},{"id":23174144,"name":"Up Against The Wall (feat. 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Roc Marci & Kendrick Lamar)\n  artist: Consequence\n  album: 4:36\n  duration_ms: 275240\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  You can't get caught with\n  So you might want it locked in\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  It was around two at night, I saw the blue and whites\n  There was one black officer and two were white\n  And I'll admit that I was wrong 'cause I blew the light\n  But I figured the black one was out to prove he white\n  And he'd prove me right and wouldn't do me right\n  So when I rolled the window down he wasn't too polite\n  Matter fact, he was screaming at the top of his tonsils\n  I said, \"Sir, there's no need to be this hostile.\"\n  \"Well, Mr. Cons, you got late registration\"\n  I said, \"It's me, Cons, from Late Registration\"\n  He looked at me like I ain't take my medication\n  And this was the cause of his detonation\n  He told me, \"Step away from the vehicle\"\n  This is becoming way too much to read into\n  He called for back-up, so what'd you expected me to do?\n  To stand there like a horse at a feeding zoo?\n  Nah, I did what my feet should do\n  I tried to bolt but then the white\n  one put the nine millimeter to my throat\n  And told me, \"Freeze, or you'll be risking it all\"\n  And that's how I wound up\n\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  Yea, caught red-handed, ridin' with the cannon\n  Schemin' and scammin', livin' like Reggie Hammond\n  A phantom, snapshots from the man's Canon\n  Pigs got my pictures on the wall like a parent\n  I be disappearin' but the cameras\n  'll catch you doin' dirt if you be careless\n  You gotta be more aware of it\n  To save yourself the embarrassment of gettin' caught carryin'\n  They hit me homie with calendars, he was talented\n  And I'm still fightin' cases out in Maryland and breakin' up marriages\n  Like packages of white, like Marilyn\n  Still dabble in the crack game, baggin' it\n  Feds in the palaces, searchin' through the cabinets\n  I'm a capitalist, get off that faggot shit\n  My establishment, that's rather fabulous\n  Police threw us in the paddy wagon like savages\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  Yea, this shit got me feelin' kinda like Sunday evenin'\n  On the pulpit, me and my heathens\n  Me and Consequence circle your seven continents all in one weekend\n  Make sure your proposal is decent, get exposed to treason\n  The last of the dyin' Mohicans when mentionin' rappers\n  My niggas'll rat-tat-tat you, then kiss your mother right after\n  Disaster'll strike faster than a thief in the night\n  The thesis of a black man, policemen never could write\n  That's why our backs against the walls, gun raised\n  Takin' out everything, like bank withdrawals before the year 2K\n  And by the end of the day, I'll be America's most wanted\n  Shot and confronted while runnin' from the CIA\n  Livin' life as a rebel, the last Panther stuck in the ghetto\n  Tuckin' the metal like junkyards and rockstars\n  The smoke never settles, where I'm from\n  From a tree to the corner-stores is where we hung, uhh\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n"},{"id":10230289,"name":"Up Against The Wall (feat. 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phantom, snapshots from the man's Canon\nPigs got my pictures on the wall like a parent\nI be disappearin' but the cameras\n'll catch you doin' dirt if you be careless\nYou gotta be more aware of it\nTo save yourself the embarrassment of gettin' caught carryin'\nThey hit me homie with calendars, he was talented\nAnd I'm still fightin' cases out in Maryland and breakin' up marriages\nLike packages of white, like Marilyn\nStill dabble in the crack game, baggin' it\nFeds in the palaces, searchin' through the cabinets\nI'm a capitalist, get off that faggot shit\nMy establishment, that's rather fabulous\nPolice threw us in the paddy wagon like savages\n\n(I never thought you'd find me)\n(I never thought you'd see me)\nCrack's in your pocket\nWeed in your pocket\n(I never thought you'd find me)\nDope in your pocket\nWho the hell could stop it?\nUp against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\nYea, this shit got me feelin' kinda like Sunday evenin'\nOn the pulpit, me and my 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Hammond\nA phantom, snapshots from the man's Canon\nPigs got my pictures on the wall like a parent\nI be disappearin', but the cameras\nWill catch you doin' dirt if you be careless\nYou gotta be more aware of it\nTo save yourself the embarrassment of gettin' caught carryin'\n\nThey hit my homie with calendars, he was talented\nAnd I'm still fightin' cases out in Maryland and breakin' up marriages\nLike packages of white like Marilyn\nStill dabble in the crack game, baggin' it\nFeds in the palaces, searchin' through the cabinets\nI'm a capitalist, get off that faggot shit\nMy establishment, that's rather fabulous\nPolice threw us in the paddy wagon like savages\n\nI never thought you'd find me\nI never thought you'd see me\nCrack's in your pocket, weed in your pocket (I never thought you'd find me)\nDope in your pocket, who the hell could stop it?\nUp against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\nYeah, this shit got me feelin' kinda like Sunday evenin'\nOn the pulpit, me and 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your seven continents all in one weekend\nMake sure your proposal is decent, get exposed to treason\nThe last of the dyin' Mohicans when mentionin' rappers\nMy niggas'll rat-tat-tat you, then kiss your mother right after\nDisaster'll strike faster than a thief in the night\nThe thesis of a black man, policemen never could write\nThat's why our backs against the walls, gun raised\nTakin' out everything, like bank withdrawals before the year 2K\nAnd by the end of the day, I'll be America's most wanted\nShot and confronted while runnin' from the CIA\nLivin' life as a rebel, the last Panther stuck in the ghetto\nTuckin' the metal like junkyards and rockstars\nThe smoke never settles, where I'm from\nFrom a tree to the corner-stores is where we hung, uhh\n\n(I never thought you'd find me)\n(I never thought you'd see me)\nCrack's in your pocket\nWeed in your pocket\n(I never thought you'd find me)\nDope in your pocket\nWho the hell could stop it?\nUp against the wall, against the wall, 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\"Sir, there's no need to be this hostile\"\n[00:59.48] \"Well, Mr. Cons, you got late registration\"\n[01:02.53] I said, \"It's me, Cons, from Late Registration\"\n[01:05.44] He looked at me like I ain't take my medication\n[01:08.24] And this was the cause of his detonation\n[01:11.59] He told me, \"Step away from the vehicle\"\n[01:14.65] This is becomin' way too much to read into\n[01:17.59] He called for backup, so what you expected me to do?\n[01:20.45] To stand there like a horse at a feeding zoo?\n[01:23.39] Nah, I did what my feet should do\n[01:25.47] I tried to bolt, but then the white one put the nine millimeter to my throat\n[01:29.78] And told me, \"Freeze or you'll be risking it all\"\n[01:32.58] And that's how I wound up\n[01:34.80] Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n[01:43.54] I never thought you'd find me\n[01:48.88] I never thought you'd see me\n[01:52.86] Crack's in your pocket, weed in your pocket (I never thought you'd find me)\n[01:55.56] Dope in your pocket, who the hell could stop it?\n[01:58.51] Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall (yeah)\n[02:04.34] Caught red-handed, ridin' with the cannon\n[02:07.13] Schemin' and scammin', livin' like Reggie Hammond\n[02:10.08] A phantom, snapshots from the man's Canon\n[02:13.01] Pigs got my pictures on the wall like a parent\n[02:15.86] I be disappearin', but the cameras\n[02:18.89] Will catch you doin' dirt if you be careless\n[02:21.13] You gotta be more aware of it\n[02:23.50] To save yourself the embarrassment of gettin' caught carryin'\n[02:26.96] They hit my homie with calendars, he was talented\n[02:29.96] And I'm still fightin' cases out in Maryland and breakin' up marriages\n[02:34.51] Like packages of white like Marilyn\n[02:37.49] Still dabble in the crack game, baggin' it\n[02:40.27] Feds in the palaces, searchin' through the cabinets\n[02:43.20] I'm a capitalist, get off that faggot shit\n[02:46.22] My establishment, that's rather fabulous\n[02:49.20] Police threw us in the paddy wagon like savages\n[03:00.13] I never thought you'd find me\n[03:05.99] I never thought you'd see me\n[03:09.96] Crack's in your pocket, weed in your pocket (I never thought you'd find me)\n[03:12.63] Dope in your pocket, who the hell could stop it?\n[03:15.53] Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n[03:21.25] Yeah, this shit got me feelin' kinda like Sunday evenin'\n[03:24.90] On the pulpit, me and my heathens\n[03:27.32] Me and Consequence circle your seven continents all in one weekend\n[03:30.84] Make sure your proposal is decent, get exposed to treason\n[03:33.61] The last of the dyin' Mohicans when mentionin' rappers\n[03:36.24] My niggas'll rat-tat-tat you, then kiss your mother right after\n[03:39.13] Disaster'll strike faster than a thief in the night\n[03:41.77] The thesis of a Black man, policemen never could write\n[03:44.82] That's why our backs against the walls, gun raised\n[03:47.43] Takin' out everything like bank withdrawals before the year 2K\n[03:50.42] And by the end of the day, I'll be America's most wanted\n[03:54.03] Shot and confronted while runnin' from the CIA\n[03:56.62] Livin' life as a rebel\n[03:58.34] The last Panther stuck in the ghetto\n[04:00.18] Tuckin' the metal like junkyards and rockstars\n[04:03.01] The smoke never settles where I'm from\n[04:05.79] From a tree to the cornerstores is where we hung, uh\n[04:11.78] I never thought you'd find me\n[04:17.25] I never thought you'd see me\n[04:21.54] Crack's in your pocket, weed in your pocket (I never thought you'd find me)\n[04:23.70] Dope in your pocket, who the hell could stop it?\n[04:26.65] Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n[04:32.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Consequence - Up Against The Wall (feat. 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And I'll admit that I was wrong 'cause I blew the light\n  But I figured the black one was out to prove he white\n  And he'd prove me right and wouldn't do me right\n  So when I rolled the window down he wasn't too polite\n  Matter fact, he was screaming at the top of his tonsils\n  I said, \"Sir, there's no need to be this hostile.\"\n  \"Well, Mr. Cons, you got late registration\"\n  I said, \"It's me, Cons, from Late Registration\"\n  He looked at me like I ain't take my medication\n  And this was the cause of his detonation\n  He told me, \"Step away from the vehicle\"\n  This is becoming way too much to read into\n  He called for back-up, so what'd you expected me to do?\n  To stand there like a horse at a feeding zoo?\n  Nah, I did what my feet should do\n  I tried to bolt but then the white\n  one put the nine millimeter to my throat\n  And told me, \"Freeze, or you'll be risking it all\"\n  And that's how I wound up\n\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  Yea, caught red-handed, ridin' with the cannon\n  Schemin' and scammin', livin' like Reggie Hammond\n  A phantom, snapshots from the man's Canon\n  Pigs got my pictures on the wall like a parent\n  I be disappearin' but the cameras\n  'll catch you doin' dirt if you be careless\n  You gotta be more aware of it\n  To save yourself the embarrassment of gettin' caught carryin'\n  They hit me homie with calendars, he was talented\n  And I'm still fightin' cases out in Maryland and breakin' up marriages\n  Like packages of white, like Marilyn\n  Still dabble in the crack game, baggin' it\n  Feds in the palaces, searchin' through the cabinets\n  I'm a capitalist, get off that faggot shit\n  My establishment, that's rather fabulous\n  Police threw us in the paddy wagon like savages\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n\n  Yea, this shit got me feelin' kinda like Sunday evenin'\n  On the pulpit, me and my heathens\n  Me and Consequence circle your seven continents all in one weekend\n  Make sure your proposal is decent, get exposed to treason\n  The last of the dyin' Mohicans when mentionin' rappers\n  My niggas'll rat-tat-tat you, then kiss your mother right after\n  Disaster'll strike faster than a thief in the night\n  The thesis of a black man, policemen never could write\n  That's why our backs against the walls, gun raised\n  Takin' out everything, like bank withdrawals before the year 2K\n  And by the end of the day, I'll be America's most wanted\n  Shot and confronted while runnin' from the CIA\n  Livin' life as a rebel, the last Panther stuck in the ghetto\n  Tuckin' the metal like junkyards and rockstars\n  The smoke never settles, where I'm from\n  From a tree to the corner-stores is where we hung, uhh\n\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  (I never thought you'd see me)\n  Crack's in your pocket\n  Weed in your pocket\n  (I never thought you'd find me)\n  Dope in your pocket\n  Who the hell could stop it?\n  Up against the wall, against the wall, against the wall\n"}]