[{"id":11066153,"name":"24 Hours","trackName":"24 Hours","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Kay Slay the drama king\nThis one for the culture\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nIf I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock\nAll you mumble rappin' lames get shot\nSmack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?\nThey all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch\nCall all of our women by they names, change the plot\nWhy did they nickname them thots? (True)\nGhostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots\nKick 'em out the buildin', change the locks\nYou gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops\nYou can't hang with opps (Facts)\nBring back Tom from Myspace\nAt least we knew how his face looked\nWe don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook\nI-G stands for investigation\nTrump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas\nPour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather\nNow on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nWhat I wup, Slay\nHip-Hops made in the ghetto\nYa woualready knol what it, mane\nWd I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nIf I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game\nMan, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane\nGive all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane\nAnd get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane\nAnd then I'd sit down with all the youngins\nAnd talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in\nAnd make sure that they invest before they have\nall they show money on they wrist and they chest\nNow, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine\nBut don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine\nYou need some stocks, get you some property\nAnd whatever you do, just do it properly\nBecause we gotta save the culture from\nthe snakes, alligators, and the vultures\nAnd for all the rappers that don't care,\njust grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nI heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath\nI ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth\nI asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass\nHe said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast\nThrew on a black mask, she wasn't in the hospice\nShe was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage\nAnd if we don't save her today, she gon' fade away\nThat bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?\nWe gave her away\nOn second thought, I don't feel like doin' no savin' today\nToe tag her and take her away\nReal hip-hop is a art form\nWe made floors outta cardboards\nSpray painted walls and made a hot song\nYou go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her\nNiggas ain't rhymin', I'm signin' a waiver\nThey mumblin', I ain't fuckin' with that kind of behavior\nI'd rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre\nY'all could go save her\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 24 Hours\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Kay Slay the drama king\n  This one for the culture\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  If I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock\n  All you mumble rappin' lames get shot\n  Smack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?\n  They all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch\n  Call all of our women by they names, change the plot\n  Why did they nickname them thots? (True)\n  Ghostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots\n  Kick 'em out the buildin', change the locks\n  You gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops\n  You can't hang with opps (Facts)\n  Bring back Tom from Myspace\n  At least we knew how his face looked\n  We don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook\n  I-G stands for investigation\n  Trump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas\n  Pour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather\n  Now on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  What I wup, Slay\n  Hip-Hops made in the ghetto\n  Ya woualready knol what it, mane\n  Wd I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  If I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game\n  Man, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane\n  Give all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane\n  And get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane\n  And then I'd sit down with all the youngins\n  And talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in\n  And make sure that they invest before they have\n  all they show money on they wrist and they chest\n  Now, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine\n  But don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine\n  You need some stocks, get you some property\n  And whatever you do, just do it properly\n  Because we gotta save the culture from\n  the snakes, alligators, and the vultures\n  And for all the rappers that don't care,\n  just grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  I heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath\n  I ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth\n  I asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass\n  He said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast\n  Threw on a black mask, she wasn't in the hospice\n  She was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage\n  And if we don't save her today, she gon' fade away\n  That bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?\n  We gave her away\n  On second thought, I don't feel like doin' no savin' today\n  Toe tag her and take her away\n  Real hip-hop is a art form\n  We made floors outta cardboards\n  Spray painted walls and made a hot song\n  You go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her\n  Niggas ain't rhymin', I'm signin' a waiver\n  They mumblin', I ain't fuckin' with that kind of behavior\n  I'd rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre\n  Y'all could go save her\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n"},{"id":5927828,"name":"24 Hours (feat. Papoose, Bun B, Saigon & Meet Sims)","trackName":"24 Hours (feat. Papoose, Bun B, Saigon & Meet Sims)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Kay Slay the drama king\nThis one for the culture\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nIf I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock\nAll you mumble rappin' lames get shot\nSmack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?\nThey all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch\nCall all of our women by they names, change the plot\nWhy did they nickname them thots? (True)\nGhostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots\nKick 'em out the buildin', change the locks\nYou gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops\nYou can't hang with opps (Facts)\nBring back Tom from Myspace\nAt least we knew how his face looked\nWe don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook\nI-G stands for investigation\nTrump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas\nPour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather\nNow on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nWhat I wup, Slay\nHip-Hops made in the ghetto\nYa woualready knol what it, mane\nWd I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nIf I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game\nMan, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane\nGive all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane\nAnd get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane\nAnd then I'd sit down with all the youngins\nAnd talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in\nAnd make sure that they invest before they have\nAll they show money on they wrist and they chest\nNow, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine\nBut don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine\nYou need some stocks, get you some property\nAnd whatever you do, just do it properly\nBecause we gotta save the culture from\nThe snakes, alligators, and the vultures\nAnd for all the rappers that don't care,\nJust grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nI heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath\nI ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth\nI asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass\nHe said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast\nThrew on a black mask, she wasn't in the hospice\nShe was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage\nAnd if we don't save her today, she gon' fade away\nThat bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?\nWe gave her away\nOn second thought, I don't feel like doin' no savin' today\nToe tag her and take her away\nReal hip-hop is a art form\nWe made floors outta cardboards\nSpray painted walls and made a hot song\nYou go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her\nNiggas ain't rhymin', I'm signin' a waiver\nThey mumblin', I ain't fuckin' with that kind of behavior\nI'd rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre\nY'all could go save her\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 24 Hours (feat. Papoose, Bun B, Saigon & Meet Sims)\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Kay Slay the drama king\n  This one for the culture\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  If I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock\n  All you mumble rappin' lames get shot\n  Smack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?\n  They all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch\n  Call all of our women by they names, change the plot\n  Why did they nickname them thots? (True)\n  Ghostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots\n  Kick 'em out the buildin', change the locks\n  You gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops\n  You can't hang with opps (Facts)\n  Bring back Tom from Myspace\n  At least we knew how his face looked\n  We don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook\n  I-G stands for investigation\n  Trump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas\n  Pour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather\n  Now on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  What I wup, Slay\n  Hip-Hops made in the ghetto\n  Ya woualready knol what it, mane\n  Wd I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  If I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game\n  Man, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane\n  Give all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane\n  And get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane\n  And then I'd sit down with all the youngins\n  And talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in\n  And make sure that they invest before they have\n  All they show money on they wrist and they chest\n  Now, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine\n  But don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine\n  You need some stocks, get you some property\n  And whatever you do, just do it properly\n  Because we gotta save the culture from\n  The snakes, alligators, and the vultures\n  And for all the rappers that don't care,\n  Just grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  I heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath\n  I ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth\n  I asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass\n  He said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast\n  Threw on a black mask, she wasn't in the hospice\n  She was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage\n  And if we don't save her today, she gon' fade away\n  That bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?\n  We gave her away\n  On second thought, I don't feel like doin' no savin' today\n  Toe tag her and take her away\n  Real hip-hop is a art form\n  We made floors outta cardboards\n  Spray painted walls and made a hot song\n  You go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her\n  Niggas ain't rhymin', I'm signin' a waiver\n  They mumblin', I ain't fuckin' with that kind of behavior\n  I'd rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre\n  Y'all could go save her\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n"},{"id":5927827,"name":"24 Hours","trackName":"24 Hours","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay feat. Papoose, Bun B, Saigon & Meet Sims","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Kay Slay the drama king\nThis one for the culture\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nIf I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock\nAll you mumble rappin' lames get shot\nSmack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?\nThey all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch\nCall all of our women by they names, change the plot\nWhy did they nickname them thots? (True)\nGhostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots\nKick 'em out the buildin', change the locks\nYou gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops\nYou can't hang with opps (Facts)\nBring back Tom from Myspace\nAt least we knew how his face looked\nWe don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook\nI-G stands for investigation\nTrump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas\nPour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather\nNow on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nWhat I wup, Slay\nHip-Hops made in the ghetto\nYa woualready knol what it, mane\nWd I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nIf I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game\nMan, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane\nGive all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane\nAnd get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane\nAnd then I'd sit down with all the youngins\nAnd talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in\nAnd make sure that they invest before they have\nAll they show money on they wrist and they chest\nNow, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine\nBut don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine\nYou need some stocks, get you some property\nAnd whatever you do, just do it properly\nBecause we gotta save the culture from\nThe snakes, alligators, and the vultures\nAnd for all the rappers that don't care,\nJust grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nI heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath\nI ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth\nI asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass\nHe said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast\nThrew on a black mask, she wasn't in the hospice\nShe was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage\nAnd if we don't save her today, she gon' fade away\nThat bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?\nWe gave her away\nOn second thought, I don't feel like doin' no savin' today\nToe tag her and take her away\nReal hip-hop is a art form\nWe made floors outta cardboards\nSpray painted walls and made a hot song\nYou go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her\nNiggas ain't rhymin', I'm signin' a waiver\nThey mumblin', I ain't fuckin' with that kind of behavior\nI'd rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre\nY'all could go save her\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 24 Hours\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay feat. Papoose, Bun B, Saigon & Meet Sims\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Kay Slay the drama king\n  This one for the culture\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  If I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock\n  All you mumble rappin' lames get shot\n  Smack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?\n  They all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch\n  Call all of our women by they names, change the plot\n  Why did they nickname them thots? (True)\n  Ghostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots\n  Kick 'em out the buildin', change the locks\n  You gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops\n  You can't hang with opps (Facts)\n  Bring back Tom from Myspace\n  At least we knew how his face looked\n  We don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook\n  I-G stands for investigation\n  Trump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas\n  Pour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather\n  Now on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  What I wup, Slay\n  Hip-Hops made in the ghetto\n  Ya woualready knol what it, mane\n  Wd I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  If I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game\n  Man, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane\n  Give all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane\n  And get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane\n  And then I'd sit down with all the youngins\n  And talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in\n  And make sure that they invest before they have\n  All they show money on they wrist and they chest\n  Now, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine\n  But don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine\n  You need some stocks, get you some property\n  And whatever you do, just do it properly\n  Because we gotta save the culture from\n  The snakes, alligators, and the vultures\n  And for all the rappers that don't care,\n  Just grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  I heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath\n  I ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth\n  I asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass\n  He said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast\n  Threw on a black mask, she wasn't in the hospice\n  She was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage\n  And if we don't save her today, she gon' fade away\n  That bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?\n  We gave her away\n  On second thought, I don't feel like doin' no savin' today\n  Toe tag her and take her away\n  Real hip-hop is a art form\n  We made floors outta cardboards\n  Spray painted walls and made a hot song\n  You go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her\n  Niggas ain't rhymin', I'm signin' a waiver\n  They mumblin', I ain't fuckin' with that kind of behavior\n  I'd rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre\n  Y'all could go save her\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n"},{"id":11066154,"name":"24 Hours","trackName":"24 Hours","artistName":"Kay Slay, DJ feat. Papoose, Bun B, Saigon & Meet Sims","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Kay Slay the drama king\nThis one for the culture\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nIf I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock\nAll you mumble rappin' lames get shot\nSmack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?\nThey all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch\nCall all of our women by they names, change the plot\nWhy did they nickname them thots? (True)\nGhostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots\nKick 'em out the buildin', change the locks\nYou gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops\nYou can't hang with opps (Facts)\nBring back Tom from Myspace\nAt least we knew how his face looked\nWe don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook\nI-G stands for investigation\nTrump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas\nPour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather\nNow on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nWhat I wup, Slay\nHip-Hops made in the ghetto\nYa woualready knol what it, mane\nWd I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah\n\nIf I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game\nMan, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane\nGive all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane\nAnd get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane\nAnd then I'd sit down with all the youngins\nAnd talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in\nAnd make sure that they invest before they have\nall they show money on they wrist and they chest\nNow, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine\nBut don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine\nYou need some stocks, get you some property\nAnd whatever you do, just do it properly\nBecause we gotta save the culture from\nthe snakes, alligators, and the vultures\nAnd for all the rappers that don't care,\njust grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here\n\n24 hours to save it, yeah\n24 hours until the beast die\nWe got the power to make a change, yeah\nExploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n'Cause they don't want us to own shit\nA bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\nHip-Hop was made in the ghetto\nWould I be gettin' shot or in jail? 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Yeah\nHell nah\nHell nah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 24 Hours\n  artist: Kay Slay, DJ feat. Papoose, Bun B, Saigon & Meet Sims\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Kay Slay the drama king\n  This one for the culture\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  If I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock\n  All you mumble rappin' lames get shot\n  Smack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?\n  They all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch\n  Call all of our women by they names, change the plot\n  Why did they nickname them thots? (True)\n  Ghostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots\n  Kick 'em out the buildin', change the locks\n  You gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops\n  You can't hang with opps (Facts)\n  Bring back Tom from Myspace\n  At least we knew how his face looked\n  We don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook\n  I-G stands for investigation\n  Trump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas\n  Pour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather\n  Now on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  What I wup, Slay\n  Hip-Hops made in the ghetto\n  Ya woualready knol what it, mane\n  Wd I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  If I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game\n  Man, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane\n  Give all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane\n  And get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane\n  And then I'd sit down with all the youngins\n  And talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in\n  And make sure that they invest before they have\n  all they show money on they wrist and they chest\n  Now, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine\n  But don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine\n  You need some stocks, get you some property\n  And whatever you do, just do it properly\n  Because we gotta save the culture from\n  the snakes, alligators, and the vultures\n  And for all the rappers that don't care,\n  just grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n\n  I heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath\n  I ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth\n  I asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass\n  He said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast\n  Threw on a black mask, she wasn't in the hospice\n  She was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage\n  And if we don't save her today, she gon' fade away\n  That bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?\n  We gave her away\n  On second thought, I don't feel like doin' no savin' today\n  Toe tag her and take her away\n  Real hip-hop is a art form\n  We made floors outta cardboards\n  Spray painted walls and made a hot song\n  You go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her\n  Niggas ain't rhymin', I'm signin' a waiver\n  They mumblin', I ain't fuckin' with that kind of behavior\n  I'd rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre\n  Y'all could go save her\n\n  24 hours to save it, yeah\n  24 hours until the beast die\n  We got the power to make a change, yeah\n  Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah\n  'Cause they don't want us to own shit\n  A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects\n  Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto\n  Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah\n  Hell nah\n  Hell nah\n"}]