[{"id":36317047,"name":"Proof and Eli","trackName":"Proof and Eli","artistName":"D12 ,  ELI BLE$$ED","albumName":"D12 Forever","duration":120.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just wanna let y'all know\nThat if it wasn't for Big Proof\nThere would be no D12\nProbably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\nSo on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\nOne, two, three\n(Big Proof)\nOne, two, three\n(Big Proof)\n\nIntertwining who's undermindin' my rhymin'\nGrindin' and findin' better flows after rewindin'\nSluts ass out, bone lass out\nMake her pass out, dash out her dad's house\nSmash out on crash dummies, blingin' before cash money\nHood rats comin' with fat tummies, I sit back 'cause that's funny\nThe new kid with blueprints to your ruins\nDid a few bids with two chicks that blew dicks\nClassy like old cars, survived the world wars\nWith rose garden, cold-hearted, Mozart\nThe backstreet Apache, voice been scratchy\nNobody can exactly match me in a rap meet\nStreet tech pirate that set fire to jet flyers\nFuck the necktie, I whip wackers and eggers fire\nNot an ideal to die ill with my will\nWhy kill those that lie still with dry skill?\nFuck your colors, I'm hatin' on your dress code\nProof spit fire like Satan with a chest cold\nPark at your gat, put fear in your mag\nWhisper, \"I love your mom,\" then yell, \"Fuck you and your dad!\"\nNah, they got steam to blow off\nAnd when they grow up, we got tattoos to show off\nBlow out your back with the four\nAnd give my life script to your clique and tell 'em act like they know\n\nCall me Your Highness, Eli Ble$$ed\nI come from a legend, now they yellin', \"He got next\"\nThrow whatever at us, best believe we not stressed\nI just finesse, kicked her out as soon as she got dressed\nEli, so every track gets spit on proper\nP-I-M-P, yes, Proof is my poppa\nNo cap, all facts, this year is on lock\nI know he watchin', so the blessings don't stop\n\nElija, Elija, it's your father","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.61] Just wanna let y'all know\n[00:03.39] That if it wasn't for Big Proof\n[00:05.35] There would be no D12\n[00:07.42] Probably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\n[00:10.22] So on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\n[00:14.74] One, two, three\n[00:16.28] (Big Proof)\n[00:18.05] One, two, three\n[00:19.58] (Big Proof)\n[00:21.34] Intertwining who's undermindin' my rhymin'\n[00:23.94] Grindin' and findin' better flows after rewindin'\n[00:26.89] Sluts ass out, bone lass out\n[00:29.29] Make her pass out, dash out her dad's house\n[00:32.15] Smash out on crash dummies, blingin' before cash money\n[00:36.04] Hood rats comin' with fat tummies, I sit back 'cause that's funny\n[00:40.21] The new kid with blueprints to your ruins\n[00:42.73] Did a few bids with two chicks that blew dicks\n[00:45.66] Classy like old cars, survived the world wars\n[00:48.15] With rose garden, cold-hearted, Mozart\n[00:51.05] The backstreet Apache, voice been scratchy\n[00:53.60] Nobody can exactly match me in a rap meet\n[00:56.46] Street tech pirate that set fire to jet flyers\n[00:59.30] Fuck the necktie, I whip wackers and eggers fire\n[01:01.99] Not an ideal to die ill with my will\n[01:04.77] Why kill those that lie still with dry skill?\n[01:07.48] Fuck your colors, I'm hatin' on your dress code\n[01:10.07] Proof spit fire like Satan with a chest cold\n[01:12.72] Park at your gat, put fear in your mag\n[01:15.02] Whisper, \"I love your mom,\" then yell, \"Fuck you and your dad!\"\n[01:17.88] Nah, they got steam to blow off\n[01:19.76] And when they grow up, we got tattoos to show off\n[01:22.84] Blow out your back with the four\n[01:24.46] And give my life script to your clique and tell 'em act like they know\n[01:28.21] Call me Your Highness, Eli Ble$$ed\n[01:30.36] I come from a legend, now they yellin', \"He got next\"\n[01:33.08] Throw whatever at us, best believe we not stressed\n[01:35.56] I just finesse, kicked her out as soon as she got dressed\n[01:38.45] Eli, so every track gets spit on proper\n[01:41.03] P-I-M-P, yes, Proof is my poppa\n[01:43.94] No cap, all facts, this year is on lock\n[01:46.80] I know he watchin', so the blessings don't stop\n[01:49.58] Elija, Elija, it's your father\n[01:53.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Proof and Eli\n  artist: D12 ,  ELI BLE$$ED\n  album: D12 Forever\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just wanna let y'all know\n  start_ms: 610\n  end_ms: 3390\n- text: That if it wasn't for Big Proof\n  start_ms: 3390\n  end_ms: 5350\n- text: There would be no D12\n  start_ms: 5350\n  end_ms: 7420\n- text: Probably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\n  start_ms: 7420\n  end_ms: 10220\n- text: So on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\n  start_ms: 10220\n  end_ms: 14740\n- text: One, two, three\n  start_ms: 14740\n  end_ms: 16280\n- text: (Big Proof)\n  start_ms: 16280\n  end_ms: 18050\n- text: One, 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end_ms: 51050\n- text: The backstreet Apache, voice been scratchy\n  start_ms: 51050\n  end_ms: 53600\n- text: Nobody can exactly match me in a rap meet\n  start_ms: 53600\n  end_ms: 56460\n- text: Street tech pirate that set fire to jet flyers\n  start_ms: 56460\n  end_ms: 59300\n- text: Fuck the necktie, I whip wackers and eggers fire\n  start_ms: 59300\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: Not an ideal to die ill with my will\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 64770\n- text: Why kill those that lie still with dry skill?\n  start_ms: 64770\n  end_ms: 67480\n- text: Fuck your colors, I'm hatin' on your dress code\n  start_ms: 67480\n  end_ms: 70070\n- text: Proof spit fire like Satan with a chest cold\n  start_ms: 70070\n  end_ms: 72720\n- text: Park at your gat, put fear in your mag\n  start_ms: 72720\n  end_ms: 75020\n- text: Whisper, \"I love your mom,\" then yell, \"Fuck you and your dad!\"\n  start_ms: 75020\n  end_ms: 77880\n- text: Nah, they got steam to blow off\n  start_ms: 77880\n  end_ms: 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106800\n  end_ms: 109580\n- text: Elija, Elija, it's your father\n  start_ms: 109580\n  end_ms: 113440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 113440\nplain: |-\n  Just wanna let y'all know\n  That if it wasn't for Big Proof\n  There would be no D12\n  Probably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\n  So on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\n  One, two, three\n  (Big Proof)\n  One, two, three\n  (Big Proof)\n\n  Intertwining who's undermindin' my rhymin'\n  Grindin' and findin' better flows after rewindin'\n  Sluts ass out, bone lass out\n  Make her pass out, dash out her dad's house\n  Smash out on crash dummies, blingin' before cash money\n  Hood rats comin' with fat tummies, I sit back 'cause that's funny\n  The new kid with blueprints to your ruins\n  Did a few bids with two chicks that blew dicks\n  Classy like old cars, survived the world wars\n  With rose garden, cold-hearted, Mozart\n  The backstreet Apache, voice been scratchy\n  Nobody can exactly match me in a rap meet\n  Street tech pirate that set fire to jet flyers\n  Fuck the necktie, I whip wackers and eggers fire\n  Not an ideal to die ill with my will\n  Why kill those that lie still with dry skill?\n  Fuck your colors, I'm hatin' on your dress code\n  Proof spit fire like Satan with a chest cold\n  Park at your gat, put fear in your mag\n  Whisper, \"I love your mom,\" then yell, \"Fuck you and your dad!\"\n  Nah, they got steam to blow off\n  And when they grow up, we got tattoos to show off\n  Blow out your back with the four\n  And give my life script to your clique and tell 'em act like they know\n\n  Call me Your Highness, Eli Ble$$ed\n  I come from a legend, now they yellin', \"He got next\"\n  Throw whatever at us, best believe we not stressed\n  I just finesse, kicked her out as soon as she got dressed\n  Eli, so every track gets spit on proper\n  P-I-M-P, yes, Proof is my poppa\n  No cap, all facts, this year is on lock\n  I know he watchin', so the blessings don't stop\n\n  Elija, Elija, it's your father\n"},{"id":39876745,"name":"Proof and Eli","trackName":"Proof and Eli","artistName":"D12, ELI BLE$$ED","albumName":"D12 Forever (Vol. 1)","duration":120.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just wanna let y'all know\nThat if it wasn't for Big Proof\nThere would be no D12\nProbably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\nSo on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\nOne, two, three\n(Big Proof)\nOne, two, three\n(Big Proof)\n\nIntertwining who's undermindin' my rhymin'\nGrindin' and findin' better flows after rewindin'\nSluts ass out, bone lass out\nMake her pass out, dash out her dad's house\nSmash out on crash dummies, blingin' before cash money\nHood rats comin' with fat tummies, I sit back 'cause that's funny\nThe new kid with blueprints to your ruins\nDid a few bids with two chicks that blew dicks\nClassy like old cars, survived the world wars\nWith rose garden, cold-hearted, Mozart\nThe backstreet Apache, voice been scratchy\nNobody can exactly match me in a rap meet\nStreet tech pirate that set fire to jet flyers\nFuck the necktie, I whip wackers and eggers fire\nNot an ideal to die ill with my will\nWhy kill those that lie still with dry skill?\nFuck your colors, I'm hatin' on your dress code\nProof spit fire like Satan with a chest cold\nPark at your gat, put fear in your mag\nWhisper, \"I love your mom,\" then yell, \"Fuck you and your dad!\"\nNah, they got steam to blow off\nAnd when they grow up, we got tattoos to show off\nBlow out your back with the four\nAnd give my life script to your clique and tell 'em act like they know\n\nCall me Your Highness, Eli Ble$$ed\nI come from a legend, now they yellin', \"He got next\"\nThrow whatever at us, best believe we not stressed\nI just finesse, kicked her out as soon as she got dressed\nEli, so every track gets spit on proper\nP-I-M-P, yes, Proof is my poppa\nNo cap, all facts, this year is on lock\nI know he watchin', so the blessings don't 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soon as she got dressed\n[01:38.45]Eli, so every track gets spit on proper\n[01:41.03]P-I-M-P, yes, Proof is my poppa\n[01:43.94]No cap, all facts, this year is on lock\n[01:46.80]I know he watchin', so the blessings don't stop\n[01:49.58]Elija, Elija, it's your father\n[01:53.44]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Proof and Eli\n  artist: D12, ELI BLE$$ED\n  album: D12 Forever (Vol. 1)\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just wanna let y'all know\n  start_ms: 610\n  end_ms: 3390\n- text: That if it wasn't for Big Proof\n  start_ms: 3390\n  end_ms: 5350\n- text: There would be no D12\n  start_ms: 5350\n  end_ms: 7420\n- text: Probably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\n  start_ms: 7420\n  end_ms: 10220\n- text: So on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\n  start_ms: 10220\n  end_ms: 14740\n- text: One, two, three\n  start_ms: 14740\n  end_ms: 16280\n- text: (Big Proof)\n  start_ms: 16280\n  end_ms: 18050\n- text: One, 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79760\n- text: And when they grow up, we got tattoos to show off\n  start_ms: 79760\n  end_ms: 82840\n- text: Blow out your back with the four\n  start_ms: 82840\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: And give my life script to your clique and tell 'em act like they know\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 88210\n- text: Call me Your Highness, Eli Ble$$ed\n  start_ms: 88210\n  end_ms: 90360\n- text: I come from a legend, now they yellin', \"He got next\"\n  start_ms: 90360\n  end_ms: 93080\n- text: Throw whatever at us, best believe we not stressed\n  start_ms: 93080\n  end_ms: 95560\n- text: I just finesse, kicked her out as soon as she got dressed\n  start_ms: 95560\n  end_ms: 98450\n- text: Eli, so every track gets spit on proper\n  start_ms: 98450\n  end_ms: 101030\n- text: P-I-M-P, yes, Proof is my poppa\n  start_ms: 101030\n  end_ms: 103940\n- text: No cap, all facts, this year is on lock\n  start_ms: 103940\n  end_ms: 106800\n- text: I know he watchin', so the blessings don't stop\n  start_ms: 106800\n  end_ms: 109580\n- text: Elija, Elija, it's your father\n  start_ms: 109580\n  end_ms: 113440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 113440\nplain: |-\n  Just wanna let y'all know\n  That if it wasn't for Big Proof\n  There would be no D12\n  Probably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\n  So on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\n  One, two, three\n  (Big Proof)\n  One, two, three\n  (Big Proof)\n\n  Intertwining who's undermindin' my rhymin'\n  Grindin' and findin' better flows after rewindin'\n  Sluts ass out, bone lass out\n  Make her pass out, dash out her dad's house\n  Smash out on crash dummies, blingin' before cash money\n  Hood rats comin' with fat tummies, I sit back 'cause that's funny\n  The new kid with blueprints to your ruins\n  Did a few bids with two chicks that blew dicks\n  Classy like old cars, survived the world wars\n  With rose garden, cold-hearted, Mozart\n  The backstreet Apache, voice been scratchy\n  Nobody can exactly match me in a rap meet\n  Street tech pirate that set fire to jet flyers\n  Fuck the necktie, I whip wackers and eggers fire\n  Not an ideal to die ill with my will\n  Why kill those that lie still with dry skill?\n  Fuck your colors, I'm hatin' on your dress code\n  Proof spit fire like Satan with a chest cold\n  Park at your gat, put fear in your mag\n  Whisper, \"I love your mom,\" then yell, \"Fuck you and your dad!\"\n  Nah, they got steam to blow off\n  And when they grow up, we got tattoos to show off\n  Blow out your back with the four\n  And give my life script to your clique and tell 'em act like they know\n\n  Call me Your Highness, Eli Ble$$ed\n  I come from a legend, now they yellin', \"He got next\"\n  Throw whatever at us, best believe we not stressed\n  I just finesse, kicked her out as soon as she got dressed\n  Eli, so every track gets spit on proper\n  P-I-M-P, yes, Proof is my poppa\n  No cap, all facts, this year is on lock\n  I know he watchin', so the blessings don't stop\n\n  Elija, Elija, it's your father\n"},{"id":36935249,"name":"Proof and Eli","trackName":"Proof and Eli","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 Forever, Volume 1","duration":120.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just wanna let y'all know\nThat if it wasn't for Big Proof\nThere would be no D12\nProbably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\nSo on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\nOne, two, three\n(Big Proof)\nOne, two, three\n(Big Proof)\n\nIntertwining who's undermindin' my rhymin'\nGrindin' and findin' better flows after rewindin'\nSluts ass out, bone lass out\nMake her pass out, dash out her dad's house\nSmash out on crash dummies, blingin' before cash money\nHood rats comin' with fat tummies, I sit back 'cause that's funny\nThe new kid with blueprints to your ruins\nDid a few bids with two chicks that blew dicks\nClassy like old cars, survived the world wars\nWith rose garden, cold-hearted, Mozart\nThe backstreet Apache, voice been 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stressed\n[01:35.56] I just finesse, kicked her out as soon as she got dressed\n[01:38.45] Eli, so every track gets spit on proper\n[01:41.03] P-I-M-P, yes, Proof is my poppa\n[01:43.94] No cap, all facts, this year is on lock\n[01:46.80] I know he watchin', so the blessings don't stop\n[01:49.58] Elija, Elija, it's your father\n[01:53.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Proof and Eli\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 Forever, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just wanna let y'all know\n  start_ms: 610\n  end_ms: 3390\n- text: That if it wasn't for Big Proof\n  start_ms: 3390\n  end_ms: 5350\n- text: There would be no D12\n  start_ms: 5350\n  end_ms: 7420\n- text: Probably wouldn't be a Shady Records or none of that shit\n  start_ms: 7420\n  end_ms: 10220\n- text: So on three, let's say \"Big Proof\" on three, aight?\n  start_ms: 10220\n  end_ms: 14740\n- text: One, two, three\n  start_ms: 14740\n  end_ms: 16280\n- text: (Big 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