[{"id":15675899,"name":"Wack Niggaz","trackName":"Wack Niggaz","artistName":"Talib Kweli feat. Common, Ye, & Consequence","albumName":"The Beautiful Mix CD","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nYo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why\nThis nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga\nCause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects\nWith a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off\nY'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\nStraight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\nLike, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\nReally really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\nYou wack ass nigga...\n\nWack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em\nGive 'em dap or pound 'em\nSee 'em out, they houndin' dawg\nSayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\nSayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\nNigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\nThe graphic, exposin' wack asses\nI emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\nYou think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\nThe Cassius Clay of rap today\nRock a beard like Castaway\nYou couldn't be dope for even half a day\nWe keep it hot like it's after May\nSmoke a nigga then I pass to K\n\nThe pastor say we goin' to mass today\nWe have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\nI have to say, since Pac passed away\nMost these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\nFirst of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\nAnd get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\nY'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\nYou was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\nAnd even if they did wanna get bizzay\nFreaky like Missay and roll the weed up\nYou would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\nMotherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\nJust keep it right thurr like Chingay\nYo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\nSpanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\nAnd everbody wanna run to me for they single\nIt's funny how these wack niggas need my help\nWasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\nDawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\nDawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n\n(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n(Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n(Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n\nYou know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\nThat's how you know ya flow is weak\nCause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\nThe clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\nYou're the place you're supposed to be\nYou ain't ain't comin' close to me\nIt ain't that you underrated\nIt's more that you're under dated\nAnd mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\nFor all your guest appearances\nYou couldn't get the clearances\nFor them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\nLook at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\nBut you never shot nothin', never have, never will\nBetter add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\nOf super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n\nIn the beginnin', God created man in his own image\nI'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\nKweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\nCause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\nNa'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\nThe way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\nAll day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\nThe trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\nYou got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\nYou ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\nYou ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\nStart speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\nOr anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\nInstead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\nAll these thug niggas wanna rap\nAnd all these rap niggas wanna thug\nAnd all ya'll fuckin' the game up\nIt's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\nAskin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\nWho don't give head - that's a no-brainer\nNiggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\nI'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\nYou wack nigga, you about to get shot\nFuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\nNot that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\nIt's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Yeah\n[00:01.02] Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why\n[00:02.95] This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga\n[00:04.76] Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects\n[00:07.51] With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off\n[00:10.25] Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n[00:13.85] Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n[00:16.63] Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n[00:19.39] Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n[00:23.84] You wack ass nigga...\n[00:24.79] Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em\n[00:26.52] Give 'em dap or pound 'em\n[00:28.44] See 'em out, they houndin' dawg\n[00:30.28] Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\n[00:32.05] Sayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\n[00:34.83] Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\n[00:37.53] The graphic, exposin' wack asses\n[00:40.28] I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\n[00:42.05] You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\n[00:44.85] The Cassius Clay of rap today\n[00:46.67] Rock a beard like Castaway\n[00:48.42] You couldn't be dope for even half a day\n[00:50.21] We keep it hot like it's after May\n[00:52.01] Smoke a nigga then I pass to K\n[00:54.74] The pastor say we goin' to mass today\n[00:56.66] We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\n[00:59.32] I have to say, since Pac passed away\n[01:01.12] Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\n[01:03.83] First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\n[01:06.51] And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\n[01:09.38] Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\n[01:12.02] You was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\n[01:13.83] And even if they did wanna get bizzay\n[01:16.53] Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up\n[01:19.38] You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\n[01:21.15] Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\n[01:24.79] Just keep it right thurr like Chingay\n[01:26.54] Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\n[01:29.39] Spanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\n[01:32.97] And everbody wanna run to me for they single\n[01:33.88] It's funny how these wack niggas need my help\n[01:36.68] Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\n[01:38.40] Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\n[01:41.13] Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n[01:43.87] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n[01:46.66] (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n[01:48.46] (Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n[01:51.11] (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n[01:53.84] (Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n[01:56.52] (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n[01:58.37] (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n[02:01.11] (Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n[02:02.95] You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\n[02:04.78] That's how you know ya flow is weak\n[02:05.63] Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\n[02:08.40] The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\n[02:10.16] You're the place you're supposed to be\n[02:12.06] You ain't ain't comin' close to me\n[02:13.81] It ain't that you underrated\n[02:14.78] It's more that you're under dated\n[02:15.67] And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\n[02:17.49] For all your guest appearances\n[02:19.21] You couldn't get the clearances\n[02:21.10] For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\n[02:22.92] Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\n[02:25.69] But you never shot nothin', never have, never will\n[02:27.46] Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\n[02:30.12] Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n[02:32.84] In the beginnin', God created man in his own image\n[02:35.65] I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\n[02:38.30] Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\n[02:40.11] Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\n[02:41.94] Na'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\n[02:44.70] The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\n[02:47.44] All day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\n[02:50.12] The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\n[02:52.87] You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\n[02:54.61] You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\n[02:57.43] You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\n[03:00.12] Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\n[03:02.83] Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\n[03:04.61] Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\n[03:07.44] All these thug niggas wanna rap\n[03:09.28] And all these rap niggas wanna thug\n[03:11.00] And all ya'll fuckin' the game up\n[03:11.98] It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\n[03:14.68] Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\n[03:15.55] Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer\n[03:17.34] Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\n[03:20.19] I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\n[03:21.94] You wack nigga, you about to get shot\n[03:24.61] Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\n[03:27.39] Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\n[03:29.15] It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!\n[03:33.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Wack Niggaz\n artist: Talib Kweli feat. 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Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n start_ms: 10250\n end_ms: 13850\n- text: Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n start_ms: 13850\n end_ms: 16630\n- text: Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n start_ms: 16630\n end_ms: 19390\n- text: Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n start_ms: 19390\n end_ms: 23840\n- text: You wack ass nigga...\n start_ms: 23840\n end_ms: 24790\n- text: Wack niggas... 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\"\n start_ms: 118370\n end_ms: 121110\n- text: (Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n start_ms: 121110\n end_ms: 122950\n- text: You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\n start_ms: 122950\n end_ms: 124780\n- text: That's how you know ya flow is weak\n start_ms: 124780\n end_ms: 125630\n- text: Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\n start_ms: 125630\n end_ms: 128400\n- text: The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\n start_ms: 128400\n end_ms: 130160\n- text: You're the place you're supposed to be\n start_ms: 130160\n end_ms: 132060\n- text: You ain't ain't comin' close to me\n start_ms: 132060\n end_ms: 133810\n- text: It ain't that you underrated\n start_ms: 133810\n end_ms: 134780\n- text: It's more that you're under dated\n start_ms: 134780\n end_ms: 135670\n- text: And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\n start_ms: 135670\n end_ms: 137490\n- text: For all your guest appearances\n start_ms: 137490\n end_ms: 139210\n- text: You couldn't get the clearances\n start_ms: 139210\n end_ms: 141100\n- text: For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\n start_ms: 141100\n end_ms: 142920\n- text: Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\n start_ms: 142920\n end_ms: 145690\n- text: But you never shot nothin', never have, never will\n start_ms: 145690\n end_ms: 147460\n- text: Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\n start_ms: 147460\n end_ms: 150120\n- text: Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n start_ms: 150120\n end_ms: 152840\n- text: In the beginnin', God created man in his own image\n start_ms: 152840\n end_ms: 155650\n- text: I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\n start_ms: 155650\n end_ms: 158300\n- text: Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\n start_ms: 158300\n end_ms: 160110\n- text: Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\n start_ms: 160110\n end_ms: 161940\n- text: Na'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\n start_ms: 161940\n end_ms: 164700\n- text: The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\n start_ms: 164700\n end_ms: 167440\n- text: All day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\n start_ms: 167440\n end_ms: 170120\n- text: The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\n start_ms: 170120\n end_ms: 172870\n- text: You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\n start_ms: 172870\n end_ms: 174610\n- text: You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\n start_ms: 174610\n end_ms: 177430\n- text: You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\n start_ms: 177430\n end_ms: 180120\n- text: Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\n start_ms: 180120\n end_ms: 182830\n- text: Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\n start_ms: 182830\n end_ms: 184610\n- text: Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\n start_ms: 184610\n end_ms: 187440\n- text: All these thug niggas wanna rap\n start_ms: 187440\n end_ms: 189280\n- text: And all these rap niggas wanna thug\n start_ms: 189280\n end_ms: 191000\n- text: And all ya'll fuckin' the game up\n start_ms: 191000\n end_ms: 191980\n- text: It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\n start_ms: 191980\n end_ms: 194680\n- text: Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\n start_ms: 194680\n end_ms: 195550\n- text: Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer\n start_ms: 195550\n end_ms: 197340\n- text: Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\n start_ms: 197340\n end_ms: 200190\n- text: I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\n start_ms: 200190\n end_ms: 201940\n- text: You wack nigga, you about to get shot\n start_ms: 201940\n end_ms: 204610\n- text: Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\n start_ms: 204610\n end_ms: 207390\n- text: Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\n start_ms: 207390\n end_ms: 209150\n- text: It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!\n start_ms: 209150\n end_ms: 213720\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 213720\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why\n This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga\n Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects\n With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off\n Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n You wack ass nigga...\n\n Wack niggas... 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I don't even like to be around 'em\nGive 'em dap or pound 'em\nSee 'em out, they houndin' dawg\nSayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\nSayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\nNigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\nThe graphic, exposin' wack asses\nI emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\nYou think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\nThe Cassius Clay of rap today\nRock a beard like Castaway\nYou couldn't be dope for even half a day\nWe keep it hot like it's after May\nSmoke a nigga then I pass to K\n\nThe pastor say we goin' to mass today\nWe have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\nI have to say, since Pac passed away\nMost these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\nFirst of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\nAnd get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\nY'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\nYou was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\nAnd even if they did wanna get bizzay\nFreaky like Missay and roll the weed up\nYou would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\nMotherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\nJust keep it right thurr like Chingay\nYo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\nSpanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\nAnd everbody wanna run to me for they single\nIt's funny how these wack niggas need my help\nWasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\nDawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\nDawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n\n(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n(Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n(Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n\nYou know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\nThat's how you know ya flow is weak\nCause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\nThe clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\nYou're the place you're supposed to be\nYou ain't ain't comin' close to me\nIt ain't that you underrated\nIt's more that you're under dated\nAnd mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\nFor all your guest appearances\nYou couldn't get the clearances\nFor them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\nLook at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\nBut you never shot nothin', never have, never will\nBetter add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\nOf super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n\nIn the beginnin', God created man in his own image\nI'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\nKweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\nCause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\nNa'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\nThe way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\nAll day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\nThe trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\nYou got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\nYou ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\nYou ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\nStart speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\nOr anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\nInstead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\nAll these thug niggas wanna rap\nAnd all these rap niggas wanna thug\nAnd all ya'll fuckin' the game up\nIt's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\nAskin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\nWho don't give head - that's a no-brainer\nNiggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\nI'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\nYou wack nigga, you about to get shot\nFuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\nNot that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\nIt's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Yeah\n[00:01.02] Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why\n[00:02.95] This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga\n[00:04.76] Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects\n[00:07.51] With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off\n[00:10.25] Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n[00:13.85] Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n[00:16.63] Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n[00:19.39] Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n[00:23.84] You wack ass nigga...\n[00:24.79] Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em\n[00:26.52] Give 'em dap or pound 'em\n[00:28.44] See 'em out, they houndin' dawg\n[00:30.28] Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\n[00:32.05] Sayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\n[00:34.83] Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\n[00:37.53] The graphic, exposin' wack asses\n[00:40.28] I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\n[00:42.05] You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\n[00:44.85] The Cassius Clay of rap today\n[00:46.67] Rock a beard like Castaway\n[00:48.42] You couldn't be dope for even half a day\n[00:50.21] We keep it hot like it's after May\n[00:52.01] Smoke a nigga then I pass to K\n[00:54.74] The pastor say we goin' to mass today\n[00:56.66] We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\n[00:59.32] I have to say, since Pac passed away\n[01:01.12] Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\n[01:03.83] First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\n[01:06.51] And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\n[01:09.38] Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\n[01:12.02] You was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\n[01:13.83] And even if they did wanna get bizzay\n[01:16.53] Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up\n[01:19.38] You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\n[01:21.15] Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\n[01:24.79] Just keep it right thurr like Chingay\n[01:26.54] Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\n[01:29.39] Spanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\n[01:32.97] And everbody wanna run to me for they single\n[01:33.88] It's funny how these wack niggas need my help\n[01:36.68] Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\n[01:38.40] Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\n[01:41.13] Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n[01:43.87] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n[01:46.66] (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n[01:48.46] (Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n[01:51.11] (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n[01:53.84] (Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n[01:56.52] (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n[01:58.37] (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n[02:01.11] (Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n[02:02.95] You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\n[02:04.78] That's how you know ya flow is weak\n[02:05.63] Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\n[02:08.40] The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\n[02:10.16] You're the place you're supposed to be\n[02:12.06] You ain't ain't comin' close to me\n[02:13.81] It ain't that you underrated\n[02:14.78] It's more that you're under dated\n[02:15.67] And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\n[02:17.49] For all your guest appearances\n[02:19.21] You couldn't get the clearances\n[02:21.10] For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\n[02:22.92] Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\n[02:25.69] But you never shot nothin', never have, never will\n[02:27.46] Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\n[02:30.12] Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n[02:32.84] In the beginnin', God created man in his own image\n[02:35.65] I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\n[02:38.30] Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\n[02:40.11] Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\n[02:41.94] Na'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\n[02:44.70] The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\n[02:47.44] All day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\n[02:50.12] The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\n[02:52.87] You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\n[02:54.61] You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\n[02:57.43] You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\n[03:00.12] Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\n[03:02.83] Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\n[03:04.61] Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\n[03:07.44] All these thug niggas wanna rap\n[03:09.28] And all these rap niggas wanna thug\n[03:11.00] And all ya'll fuckin' the game up\n[03:11.98] It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\n[03:14.68] Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\n[03:15.55] Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer\n[03:17.34] Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\n[03:20.19] I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\n[03:21.94] You wack nigga, you about to get shot\n[03:24.61] Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\n[03:27.39] Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\n[03:29.15] It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!\n[03:33.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Wack Niggaz (feat. 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Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n You wack ass nigga...\n\n Wack niggas... 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Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\nStraight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\nLike, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\nReally really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\nYou wack ass nigga...\n\nWack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em\nGive 'em dap or pound 'em\nSee 'em out, they houndin' dawg\nSayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\nSayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\nNigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\nThe graphic, exposin' wack asses\nI emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\nYou think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\nThe Cassius Clay of rap today\nRock a beard like Castaway\nYou couldn't be dope for even half a day\nWe keep it hot like it's after May\nSmoke a nigga then I pass to K\n\nThe pastor say we goin' to mass today\nWe have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\nI have to say, since Pac passed away\nMost these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\nFirst of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\nAnd get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\nY'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\nYou was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\nAnd even if they did wanna get bizzay\nFreaky like Missay and roll the weed up\nYou would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\nMotherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\nJust keep it right thurr like Chingay\nYo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\nSpanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\nAnd everbody wanna run to me for they single\nIt's funny how these wack niggas need my help\nWasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\nDawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\nDawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n\n(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n(Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n(Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n\nYou know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\nThat's how you know ya flow is weak\nCause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\nThe clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\nYou're the place you're supposed to be\nYou ain't ain't comin' close to me\nIt ain't that you underrated\nIt's more that you're under dated\nAnd mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\nFor all your guest appearances\nYou couldn't get the clearances\nFor them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\nLook at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\nBut you never shot nothin', never have, never will\nBetter add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\nOf super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n\nIn the beginnin', God created man in his own image\nI'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\nKweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\nCause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\nNa'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\nThe way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\nAll day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\nThe trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\nYou got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\nYou ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\nYou ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\nStart speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\nOr anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\nInstead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\nAll these thug niggas wanna rap\nAnd all these rap niggas wanna thug\nAnd all ya'll fuckin' the game up\nIt's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\nAskin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\nWho don't give head - that's a no-brainer\nNiggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\nI'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\nYou wack nigga, you about to get shot\nFuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\nNot that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\nIt's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Yeah\n[00:01.02] Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why\n[00:02.95] This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga\n[00:04.76] Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects\n[00:07.51] With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off\n[00:10.25] Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n[00:13.85] Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n[00:16.63] Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n[00:19.39] Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n[00:23.84] You wack ass nigga...\n[00:24.79] Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em\n[00:26.52] Give 'em dap or pound 'em\n[00:28.44] See 'em out, they houndin' dawg\n[00:30.28] Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\n[00:32.05] Sayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\n[00:34.83] Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\n[00:37.53] The graphic, exposin' wack asses\n[00:40.28] I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\n[00:42.05] You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\n[00:44.85] The Cassius Clay of rap today\n[00:46.67] Rock a beard like Castaway\n[00:48.42] You couldn't be dope for even half a day\n[00:50.21] We keep it hot like it's after May\n[00:52.01] Smoke a nigga then I pass to K\n[00:54.74] The pastor say we goin' to mass today\n[00:56.66] We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\n[00:59.32] I have to say, since Pac passed away\n[01:01.12] Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\n[01:03.83] First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\n[01:06.51] And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\n[01:09.38] Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\n[01:12.02] You was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\n[01:13.83] And even if they did wanna get bizzay\n[01:16.53] Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up\n[01:19.38] You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\n[01:21.15] Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\n[01:24.79] Just keep it right thurr like Chingay\n[01:26.54] Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\n[01:29.39] Spanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\n[01:32.97] And everbody wanna run to me for they single\n[01:33.88] It's funny how these wack niggas need my help\n[01:36.68] Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\n[01:38.40] Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\n[01:41.13] Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n[01:43.87] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n[01:46.66] (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n[01:48.46] (Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n[01:51.11] (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n[01:53.84] (Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n[01:56.52] (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n[01:58.37] (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - 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you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\n[02:44.70] The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\n[02:47.44] All day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\n[02:50.12] The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\n[02:52.87] You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\n[02:54.61] You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\n[02:57.43] You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\n[03:00.12] Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\n[03:02.83] Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\n[03:04.61] Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\n[03:07.44] All these thug niggas wanna rap\n[03:09.28] And all these rap niggas wanna thug\n[03:11.00] And all ya'll fuckin' the game up\n[03:11.98] It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\n[03:14.68] Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\n[03:15.55] Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer\n[03:17.34] Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\n[03:20.19] I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\n[03:21.94] You wack nigga, you about to get shot\n[03:24.61] Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\n[03:27.39] Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\n[03:29.15] It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!\n[03:33.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Wack Niggaz (Featuring Common, Kanye West & Consequence)\n artist: Talib Kweli\n album: The Beautiful Mixtape Vol.1\n duration_ms: 232000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 280\n end_ms: 1020\n- text: Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - 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Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n You wack ass nigga...\n\n Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em\n Give 'em dap or pound 'em\n See 'em out, they houndin' dawg\n Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\n Sayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\n Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\n The graphic, exposin' wack asses\n I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\n You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\n The Cassius Clay of rap today\n Rock a beard like Castaway\n You couldn't be dope for even half a day\n We keep it hot like it's after May\n Smoke a nigga then I pass to K\n\n The pastor say we goin' to mass today\n We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\n I have to say, since Pac passed away\n Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\n First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\n And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\n Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\n You was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\n And even if they did wanna get bizzay\n Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up\n You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\n Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\n Just keep it right thurr like Chingay\n Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\n Spanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\n And everbody wanna run to me for they single\n It's funny how these wack niggas need my help\n Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\n Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\n Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n\n (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n (Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n (Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n (Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n\n You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\n That's how you know ya flow is weak\n Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\n The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\n You're the place you're supposed to be\n You ain't ain't comin' close to me\n It ain't that you underrated\n It's more that you're under dated\n And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\n For all your guest appearances\n You couldn't get the clearances\n For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\n Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\n But you never shot nothin', never have, never will\n Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\n Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n\n In the beginnin', God created man in his own image\n I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\n Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\n Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\n Na'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\n The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\n All day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\n The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\n You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\n You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\n You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\n Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\n Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\n Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\n All these thug niggas wanna rap\n And all these rap niggas wanna thug\n And all ya'll fuckin' the game up\n It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\n Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\n Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer\n Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\n I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\n You wack nigga, you about to get shot\n Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\n Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\n It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!\n"},{"id":20541098,"name":"Wack Niggaz (Feat. 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I don't even like to be around 'em\nGive 'em dap or pound 'em\nSee 'em out, they houndin' dawg\nSayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\nSayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\nNigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\nThe graphic, exposin' wack asses\nI emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\nYou think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\nThe Cassius Clay of rap today\nRock a beard like Castaway\nYou couldn't be dope for even half a day\nWe keep it hot like it's after May\nSmoke a nigga then I pass to K\n\nThe pastor say we goin' to mass today\nWe have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\nI have to say, since Pac passed away\nMost these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\nFirst of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\nAnd get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\nY'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\nYou was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\nAnd even if they did wanna get bizzay\nFreaky like Missay and roll the weed up\nYou would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\nMotherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\nJust keep it right thurr like Chingay\nYo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\nSpanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\nAnd everbody wanna run to me for they single\nIt's funny how these wack niggas need my help\nWasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\nDawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\nDawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n\n(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n(Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n(Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n\nYou know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\nThat's how you know ya flow is weak\nCause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\nThe clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\nYou're the place you're supposed to be\nYou ain't ain't comin' close to me\nIt ain't that you underrated\nIt's more that you're under dated\nAnd mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\nFor all your guest appearances\nYou couldn't get the clearances\nFor them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\nLook at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\nBut you never shot nothin', never have, never will\nBetter add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\nOf super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n\nIn the beginnin', God created man in his own image\nI'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\nKweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\nCause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\nNa'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\nThe way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\nAll day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\nThe trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\nYou got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\nYou ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\nYou ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\nStart speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\nOr anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\nInstead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\nAll these thug niggas wanna rap\nAnd all these rap niggas wanna thug\nAnd all ya'll fuckin' the game up\nIt's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\nAskin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\nWho don't give head - that's a no-brainer\nNiggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\nI'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\nYou wack nigga, you about to get shot\nFuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\nNot that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\nIt's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Yeah\n[00:01.02] Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why\n[00:02.95] This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga\n[00:04.76] Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects\n[00:07.51] With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off\n[00:10.25] Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n[00:13.85] Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n[00:16.63] Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n[00:19.39] Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n[00:23.84] You wack ass nigga...\n[00:24.79] Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em\n[00:26.52] Give 'em dap or pound 'em\n[00:28.44] See 'em out, they houndin' dawg\n[00:30.28] Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\n[00:32.05] Sayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\n[00:34.83] Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\n[00:37.53] The graphic, exposin' wack asses\n[00:40.28] I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\n[00:42.05] You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\n[00:44.85] The Cassius Clay of rap today\n[00:46.67] Rock a beard like Castaway\n[00:48.42] You couldn't be dope for even half a day\n[00:50.21] We keep it hot like it's after May\n[00:52.01] Smoke a nigga then I pass to K\n[00:54.74] The pastor say we goin' to mass today\n[00:56.66] We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\n[00:59.32] I have to say, since Pac passed away\n[01:01.12] Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\n[01:03.83] First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\n[01:06.51] And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\n[01:09.38] Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\n[01:12.02] You was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\n[01:13.83] And even if they did wanna get bizzay\n[01:16.53] Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up\n[01:19.38] You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\n[01:21.15] Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\n[01:24.79] Just keep it right thurr like Chingay\n[01:26.54] Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\n[01:29.39] Spanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\n[01:32.97] And everbody wanna run to me for they single\n[01:33.88] It's funny how these wack niggas need my help\n[01:36.68] Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\n[01:38.40] Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\n[01:41.13] Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n[01:43.87] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n[01:46.66] (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n[01:48.46] (Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n[01:51.11] (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n[01:53.84] (Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n[01:56.52] (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n[01:58.37] (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n[02:01.11] (Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n[02:02.95] You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\n[02:04.78] That's how you know ya flow is weak\n[02:05.63] Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\n[02:08.40] The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\n[02:10.16] You're the place you're supposed to be\n[02:12.06] You ain't ain't comin' close to me\n[02:13.81] It ain't that you underrated\n[02:14.78] It's more that you're under dated\n[02:15.67] And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\n[02:17.49] For all your guest appearances\n[02:19.21] You couldn't get the clearances\n[02:21.10] For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\n[02:22.92] Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\n[02:25.69] But you never shot nothin', never have, never will\n[02:27.46] Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\n[02:30.12] Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n[02:32.84] In the beginnin', God created man in his own image\n[02:35.65] I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\n[02:38.30] Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\n[02:40.11] Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\n[02:41.94] Na'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\n[02:44.70] The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\n[02:47.44] All day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\n[02:50.12] The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\n[02:52.87] You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\n[02:54.61] You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\n[02:57.43] You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\n[03:00.12] Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\n[03:02.83] Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\n[03:04.61] Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\n[03:07.44] All these thug niggas wanna rap\n[03:09.28] And all these rap niggas wanna thug\n[03:11.00] And all ya'll fuckin' the game up\n[03:11.98] It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\n[03:14.68] Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\n[03:15.55] Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer\n[03:17.34] Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\n[03:20.19] I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\n[03:21.94] You wack nigga, you about to get shot\n[03:24.61] Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\n[03:27.39] Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\n[03:29.15] It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!\n[03:33.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Wack Niggaz (Feat. 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that's a no-brainer\n start_ms: 195550\n end_ms: 197340\n- text: Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\n start_ms: 197340\n end_ms: 200190\n- text: I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\n start_ms: 200190\n end_ms: 201940\n- text: You wack nigga, you about to get shot\n start_ms: 201940\n end_ms: 204610\n- text: Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\n start_ms: 204610\n end_ms: 207390\n- text: Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\n start_ms: 207390\n end_ms: 209150\n- text: It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!\n start_ms: 209150\n end_ms: 213720\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 213720\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why\n This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga\n Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects\n With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off\n Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy\n Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun\n Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon\n Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie\n You wack ass nigga...\n\n Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em\n Give 'em dap or pound 'em\n See 'em out, they houndin' dawg\n Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on\n Sayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm\n Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn\n The graphic, exposin' wack asses\n I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard\n You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses\n The Cassius Clay of rap today\n Rock a beard like Castaway\n You couldn't be dope for even half a day\n We keep it hot like it's after May\n Smoke a nigga then I pass to K\n\n The pastor say we goin' to mass today\n We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh\n I have to say, since Pac passed away\n Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me\n First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots\n And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe\n Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay\n You was with mey, she said \"Who's the sissay?\"\n And even if they did wanna get bizzay\n Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up\n You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts\n Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg\n Just keep it right thurr like Chingay\n Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay\n Spanish girls tell ya \"No hable ingle\"\n And everbody wanna run to me for they single\n It's funny how these wack niggas need my help\n Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself\n Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself\n Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself\n\n (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a\n (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that\n (Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just\n (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still\n (Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a\n (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass\n (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says \"My daddy's a - \"\n (Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)\n\n You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you\n That's how you know ya flow is weak\n Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry\n The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry\n You're the place you're supposed to be\n You ain't ain't comin' close to me\n It ain't that you underrated\n It's more that you're under dated\n And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated\n For all your guest appearances\n You couldn't get the clearances\n For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist\n Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill\n But you never shot nothin', never have, never will\n Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin\n Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems\n\n In the beginnin', God created man in his own image\n I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish\n Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it\n Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it\n Na'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest\n The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis\n All day talkin' that shit like, \"You hold a gat, right?\"\n The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right\n You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat\n You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete\n You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've\n Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi\n Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real\n Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail\n All these thug niggas wanna rap\n And all these rap niggas wanna thug\n And all ya'll fuckin' the game up\n It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up\n Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick\n Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer\n Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of\n I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour\n You wack nigga, you about to get shot\n Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!\n Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence\n It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!\n"}]