[{"id":11066144,"name":"Back to the Bars","trackName":"Back to the Bars","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\nAlways tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\nCatch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\nHe can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\nFriends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\nWalk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\nNiggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\nThey will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\nCan't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\nThat's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\nI'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\nGot off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\nWe can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n'Cause I'm the man with the power\nI'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\nThis the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\nThey ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\nKay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\nLet 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\nThey think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\nKanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\nGotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\nTwenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\nRemember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\nFiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\nMakin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\nThere's a lot of abomination\nThey came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\nYet we still payin' for O.J. violation\nPolice kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\nI can't breathe, answer, man, please\nY'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\nRemember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\nRemember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\nI'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\nI'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\nY'all know I inspire and motivate\nNiggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\nNaw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\nI feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\nBefore I breach security, I die with my purity\nNowadays I take my time, it's maturity\nGrown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\nI use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\nI do mutual respect, no fan shit\nAny disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\nFam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\nYou engaged in war with a giant\nYou better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\nthe only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\nShooter's anonymous, uh\nI tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\nIn case a nine'll miss (Woo)\nProblem is Fred dominant\nBed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\nI shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\nBarrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\nBirds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\nCoke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\nPut bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\nBeen sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\nOn the base like McGwire\nThirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\nOr whatever they say the Reverend requires\nI level with spies, I remember the buys\nStill kill at will, never was tired\nBeretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\nGordo\n\nSlave mentality\nKeep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\nKeep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\nThey just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\nSo why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\nfeedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\nIt's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\nWe went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\nYour cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\nWhat's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\nHe's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\nHow you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\nHow you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\nI don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\nThese industry niggas is so smitten but I\nsay what I want, when I want, no permission\n\nPeople confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\nBut it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\nThe visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\nAnd this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\nPolice killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\nGovernment makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\nDumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\nNiggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\nI learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\nIf you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\nWe all high off stupid, social media the new needle\nWe need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\nWe need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\nRidiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\nNeed to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\nHopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\nI'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\nMy residential level is heavenly\nThe bed I use,\nis made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\nI'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\nThat little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\nI'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\nI'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\nYou 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\nI'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\nPuff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\nThe nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\nI used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\nNo lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\nbeak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\nShit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n(What that mean?)\nMean I knock whoever violated out\nI love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\nNouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\nI take that personal, too\nSo every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back to the Bars\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\n  Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\n  Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\n  He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\n  Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\n  Walk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\n  Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\n  They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\n  Can't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\n  That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\n  I'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\n  Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\n  We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n  'Cause I'm the man with the power\n  I'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\n  This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\n  They ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\n  Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\n  Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\n  They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\n  Kanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n  'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\n  Gotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\n  Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\n  Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\n  Fiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\n  Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\n  There's a lot of abomination\n  They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\n  Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation\n  Police kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\n  I can't breathe, answer, man, please\n  Y'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\n  Remember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\n  Remember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\n  I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\n  I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\n  Y'all know I inspire and motivate\n  Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\n  Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\n  I feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\n  Before I breach security, I die with my purity\n  Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity\n  Grown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\n  I use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\n  I do mutual respect, no fan shit\n  Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\n  Fam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\n  You engaged in war with a giant\n  You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\n  the only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\n  Shooter's anonymous, uh\n  I tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\n  In case a nine'll miss (Woo)\n  Problem is Fred dominant\n  Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\n  I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\n  Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\n  Birds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\n  Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\n  Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\n  Been sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\n  On the base like McGwire\n  Thirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\n  Or whatever they say the Reverend requires\n  I level with spies, I remember the buys\n  Still kill at will, never was tired\n  Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\n  Gordo\n\n  Slave mentality\n  Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\n  Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\n  They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\n  So why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\n  feedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\n  It's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\n  We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\n  Your cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\n  What's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\n  He's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\n  How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\n  How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\n  I don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\n  These industry niggas is so smitten but I\n  say what I want, when I want, no permission\n\n  People confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\n  But it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\n  The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\n  And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\n  Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\n  Government makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\n  Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\n  Niggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\n  I learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\n  If you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\n  We all high off stupid, social media the new needle\n  We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\n  We need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\n  Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\n  Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\n  Hopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\n  I'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\n  My residential level is heavenly\n  The bed I use,\n  is made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\n  I'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\n  That little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\n  I'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\n  I'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\n  You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\n  I'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\n  Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\n  The nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\n  I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\n  No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\n  beak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\n  Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n  (What that mean?)\n  Mean I knock whoever violated out\n  I love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\n  Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\n  I take that personal, too\n  So every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you\n"},{"id":5927818,"name":"Back to the Bars (feat. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Jon Connor & Joell Ortiz)","trackName":"Back to the Bars (feat. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Jon Connor & Joell Ortiz)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\nAlways tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\nCatch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\nHe can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\nFriends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\nWalk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\nNiggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\nThey will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\nCan't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\nThat's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\nI'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\nGot off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\nWe can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n'Cause I'm the man with the power\nI'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\nThis the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\nThey ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\nKay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\nLet 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\nThey think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\nKanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\nGotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\nTwenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\nRemember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\nFiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\nMakin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\nThere's a lot of abomination\nThey came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\nYet we still payin' for O.J. violation\nPolice kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\nI can't breathe, answer, man, please\nY'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\nRemember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\nRemember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\nI'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\nI'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\nY'all know I inspire and motivate\nNiggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\nNaw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\nI feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\nBefore I breach security, I die with my purity\nNowadays I take my time, it's maturity\nGrown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\nI use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\nI do mutual respect, no fan shit\nAny disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\nFam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\nYou engaged in war with a giant\nYou better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\nThe only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\nShooter's anonymous, uh\nI tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\nIn case a nine'll miss (Woo)\nProblem is Fred dominant\nBed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\nI shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\nBarrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\nBirds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\nCoke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\nPut bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\nBeen sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\nOn the base like McGwire\nThirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\nOr whatever they say the Reverend requires\nI level with spies, I remember the buys\nStill kill at will, never was tired\nBeretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\nGordo\n\nSlave mentality\nKeep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\nKeep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\nThey just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\nSo why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\nFeedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\nIt's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\nWe went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\nYour cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\nWhat's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\nHe's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\nHow you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\nHow you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\nI don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\nThese industry niggas is so smitten but I\nSay what I want, when I want, no permission\n\nPeople confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\nBut it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\nThe visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\nAnd this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\nPolice killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\nGovernment makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\nDumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\nNiggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\nI learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\nIf you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\nWe all high off stupid, social media the new needle\nWe need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\nWe need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\nRidiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\nNeed to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\nHopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\nI'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\nMy residential level is heavenly\nThe bed I use,\nIs made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\nI'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\nThat little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\nI'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\nI'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\nYou 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\nI'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\nPuff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\nThe nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\nI used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\nNo lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\nBeak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\nShit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n(What that mean?)\nMean I knock whoever violated out\nI love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\nNouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\nI take that personal, too\nSo every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back to the Bars (feat. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Jon Connor & Joell Ortiz)\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\n  Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\n  Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\n  He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\n  Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\n  Walk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\n  Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\n  They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\n  Can't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\n  That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\n  I'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\n  Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\n  We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n  'Cause I'm the man with the power\n  I'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\n  This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\n  They ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\n  Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\n  Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\n  They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\n  Kanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n  'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\n  Gotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\n  Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\n  Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\n  Fiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\n  Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\n  There's a lot of abomination\n  They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\n  Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation\n  Police kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\n  I can't breathe, answer, man, please\n  Y'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\n  Remember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\n  Remember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\n  I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\n  I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\n  Y'all know I inspire and motivate\n  Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\n  Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\n  I feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\n  Before I breach security, I die with my purity\n  Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity\n  Grown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\n  I use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\n  I do mutual respect, no fan shit\n  Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\n  Fam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\n  You engaged in war with a giant\n  You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\n  The only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\n  Shooter's anonymous, uh\n  I tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\n  In case a nine'll miss (Woo)\n  Problem is Fred dominant\n  Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\n  I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\n  Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\n  Birds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\n  Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\n  Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\n  Been sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\n  On the base like McGwire\n  Thirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\n  Or whatever they say the Reverend requires\n  I level with spies, I remember the buys\n  Still kill at will, never was tired\n  Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\n  Gordo\n\n  Slave mentality\n  Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\n  Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\n  They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\n  So why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\n  Feedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\n  It's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\n  We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\n  Your cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\n  What's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\n  He's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\n  How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\n  How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\n  I don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\n  These industry niggas is so smitten but I\n  Say what I want, when I want, no permission\n\n  People confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\n  But it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\n  The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\n  And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\n  Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\n  Government makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\n  Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\n  Niggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\n  I learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\n  If you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\n  We all high off stupid, social media the new needle\n  We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\n  We need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\n  Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\n  Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\n  Hopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\n  I'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\n  My residential level is heavenly\n  The bed I use,\n  Is made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\n  I'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\n  That little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\n  I'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\n  I'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\n  You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\n  I'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\n  Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\n  The nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\n  I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\n  No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\n  Beak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\n  Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n  (What that mean?)\n  Mean I knock whoever violated out\n  I love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\n  Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\n  I take that personal, too\n  So every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you\n"},{"id":24265278,"name":"Back to the Bars (Ft. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Jon Connor & Joell Ortiz)","trackName":"Back to the Bars (Ft. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Jon Connor & Joell Ortiz)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\nAlways tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\nCatch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\nHe can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\nFriends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\nWalk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\nNiggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\nThey will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\nCan't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\nThat's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\nI'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\nGot off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\nWe can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n'Cause I'm the man with the power\nI'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\nThis the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\nThey ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\nKay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\nLet 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\nThey think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\nKanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\nGotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\nTwenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\nRemember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\nFiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\nMakin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\nThere's a lot of abomination\nThey came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\nYet we still payin' for O.J. violation\nPolice kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\nI can't breathe, answer, man, please\nY'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\nRemember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\nRemember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\nI'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\nI'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\nY'all know I inspire and motivate\nNiggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\nNaw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\nI feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\nBefore I breach security, I die with my purity\nNowadays I take my time, it's maturity\nGrown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\nI use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\nI do mutual respect, no fan shit\nAny disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\nFam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\nYou engaged in war with a giant\nYou better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\nthe only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\nShooter's anonymous, uh\nI tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\nIn case a nine'll miss (Woo)\nProblem is Fred dominant\nBed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\nI shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\nBarrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\nBirds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\nCoke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\nPut bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\nBeen sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\nOn the base like McGwire\nThirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\nOr whatever they say the Reverend requires\nI level with spies, I remember the buys\nStill kill at will, never was tired\nBeretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\nGordo\n\nSlave mentality\nKeep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\nKeep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\nThey just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\nSo why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\nfeedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\nIt's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\nWe went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\nYour cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\nWhat's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\nHe's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\nHow you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\nHow you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\nI don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\nThese industry niggas is so smitten but I\nsay what I want, when I want, no permission\n\nPeople confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\nBut it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\nThe visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\nAnd this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\nPolice killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\nGovernment makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\nDumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\nNiggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\nI learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\nIf you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\nWe all high off stupid, social media the new needle\nWe need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\nWe need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\nRidiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\nNeed to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\nHopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\nI'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\nMy residential level is heavenly\nThe bed I use,\nis made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\nI'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\nThat little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\nI'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\nI'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\nYou 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\nI'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\nPuff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\nThe nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\nI used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\nNo lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\nbeak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\nShit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n(What that mean?)\nMean I knock whoever violated out\nI love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\nNouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\nI take that personal, too\nSo every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back to the Bars (Ft. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Jon Connor & Joell Ortiz)\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\n  Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\n  Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\n  He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\n  Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\n  Walk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\n  Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\n  They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\n  Can't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\n  That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\n  I'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\n  Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\n  We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n  'Cause I'm the man with the power\n  I'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\n  This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\n  They ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\n  Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\n  Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\n  They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\n  Kanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n  'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\n  Gotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\n  Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\n  Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\n  Fiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\n  Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\n  There's a lot of abomination\n  They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\n  Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation\n  Police kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\n  I can't breathe, answer, man, please\n  Y'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\n  Remember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\n  Remember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\n  I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\n  I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\n  Y'all know I inspire and motivate\n  Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\n  Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\n  I feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\n  Before I breach security, I die with my purity\n  Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity\n  Grown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\n  I use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\n  I do mutual respect, no fan shit\n  Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\n  Fam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\n  You engaged in war with a giant\n  You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\n  the only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\n  Shooter's anonymous, uh\n  I tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\n  In case a nine'll miss (Woo)\n  Problem is Fred dominant\n  Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\n  I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\n  Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\n  Birds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\n  Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\n  Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\n  Been sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\n  On the base like McGwire\n  Thirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\n  Or whatever they say the Reverend requires\n  I level with spies, I remember the buys\n  Still kill at will, never was tired\n  Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\n  Gordo\n\n  Slave mentality\n  Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\n  Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\n  They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\n  So why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\n  feedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\n  It's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\n  We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\n  Your cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\n  What's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\n  He's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\n  How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\n  How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\n  I don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\n  These industry niggas is so smitten but I\n  say what I want, when I want, no permission\n\n  People confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\n  But it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\n  The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\n  And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\n  Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\n  Government makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\n  Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\n  Niggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\n  I learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\n  If you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\n  We all high off stupid, social media the new needle\n  We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\n  We need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\n  Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\n  Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\n  Hopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\n  I'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\n  My residential level is heavenly\n  The bed I use,\n  is made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\n  I'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\n  That little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\n  I'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\n  I'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\n  You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\n  I'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\n  Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\n  The nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\n  I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\n  No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\n  beak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\n  Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n  (What that mean?)\n  Mean I knock whoever violated out\n  I love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\n  Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\n  I take that personal, too\n  So every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you\n"},{"id":5927817,"name":"Back to the Bars","trackName":"Back to the Bars","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay feat. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Jon Connor & Joell Ortiz","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\nAlways tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\nCatch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\nHe can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\nFriends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\nWalk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\nNiggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\nThey will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\nCan't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\nThat's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\nI'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\nGot off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\nWe can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n'Cause I'm the man with the power\nI'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\nThis the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\nThey ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\nKay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\nLet 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\nThey think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\nKanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\nGotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\nTwenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\nRemember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\nFiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\nMakin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\nThere's a lot of abomination\nThey came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\nYet we still payin' for O.J. violation\nPolice kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\nI can't breathe, answer, man, please\nY'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\nRemember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\nRemember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\nI'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\nI'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\nY'all know I inspire and motivate\nNiggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\nNaw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\nI feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\nBefore I breach security, I die with my purity\nNowadays I take my time, it's maturity\nGrown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\nI use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\nI do mutual respect, no fan shit\nAny disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\nFam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\nYou engaged in war with a giant\nYou better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\nThe only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\nShooter's anonymous, uh\nI tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\nIn case a nine'll miss (Woo)\nProblem is Fred dominant\nBed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\nI shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\nBarrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\nBirds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\nCoke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\nPut bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\nBeen sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\nOn the base like McGwire\nThirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\nOr whatever they say the Reverend requires\nI level with spies, I remember the buys\nStill kill at will, never was tired\nBeretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\nGordo\n\nSlave mentality\nKeep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\nKeep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\nThey just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\nSo why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\nFeedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\nIt's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\nWe went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\nYour cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\nWhat's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\nHe's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\nHow you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\nHow you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\nI don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\nThese industry niggas is so smitten but I\nSay what I want, when I want, no permission\n\nPeople confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\nBut it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\nThe visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\nAnd this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\nPolice killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\nGovernment makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\nDumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\nNiggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\nI learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\nIf you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\nWe all high off stupid, social media the new needle\nWe need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\nWe need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\nRidiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\nNeed to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\nHopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\nI'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\nMy residential level is heavenly\nThe bed I use,\nIs made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\nI'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\nThat little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\nI'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\nI'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\nYou 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\nI'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\nPuff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\nThe nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\nI used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\nNo lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\nBeak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\nShit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n(What that mean?)\nMean I knock whoever violated out\nI love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\nNouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\nI take that personal, too\nSo every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back to the Bars\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay feat. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Jon Connor & Joell Ortiz\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\n  Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\n  Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\n  He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\n  Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\n  Walk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\n  Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\n  They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\n  Can't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\n  That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\n  I'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\n  Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\n  We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n  'Cause I'm the man with the power\n  I'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\n  This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\n  They ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\n  Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\n  Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\n  They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\n  Kanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n  'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\n  Gotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\n  Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\n  Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\n  Fiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\n  Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\n  There's a lot of abomination\n  They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\n  Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation\n  Police kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\n  I can't breathe, answer, man, please\n  Y'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\n  Remember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\n  Remember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\n  I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\n  I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\n  Y'all know I inspire and motivate\n  Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\n  Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\n  I feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\n  Before I breach security, I die with my purity\n  Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity\n  Grown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\n  I use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\n  I do mutual respect, no fan shit\n  Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\n  Fam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\n  You engaged in war with a giant\n  You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\n  The only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\n  Shooter's anonymous, uh\n  I tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\n  In case a nine'll miss (Woo)\n  Problem is Fred dominant\n  Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\n  I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\n  Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\n  Birds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\n  Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\n  Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\n  Been sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\n  On the base like McGwire\n  Thirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\n  Or whatever they say the Reverend requires\n  I level with spies, I remember the buys\n  Still kill at will, never was tired\n  Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\n  Gordo\n\n  Slave mentality\n  Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\n  Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\n  They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\n  So why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\n  Feedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\n  It's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\n  We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\n  Your cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\n  What's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\n  He's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\n  How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\n  How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\n  I don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\n  These industry niggas is so smitten but I\n  Say what I want, when I want, no permission\n\n  People confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\n  But it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\n  The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\n  And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\n  Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\n  Government makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\n  Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\n  Niggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\n  I learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\n  If you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\n  We all high off stupid, social media the new needle\n  We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\n  We need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\n  Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\n  Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\n  Hopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\n  I'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\n  My residential level is heavenly\n  The bed I use,\n  Is made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\n  I'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\n  That little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\n  I'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\n  I'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\n  You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\n  I'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\n  Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\n  The nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\n  I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\n  No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\n  Beak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\n  Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n  (What that mean?)\n  Mean I knock whoever violated out\n  I love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\n  Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\n  I take that personal, too\n  So every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you\n"},{"id":11066146,"name":"Back to the Bars","trackName":"Back to the Bars","artistName":"Kay Slay, DJ feat. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Connor, Jon & Ortiz, Joell","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\nAlways tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\nCatch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\nHe can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\nFriends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\nWalk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\nNiggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\nThey will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\nCan't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\nThat's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\nI'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\nGot off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\nWe can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n'Cause I'm the man with the power\nI'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\nThis the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\nThey ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\nKay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\nLet 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\nThey think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\nKanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\nGotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\nTwenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\nRemember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\nFiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\nMakin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\nThere's a lot of abomination\nThey came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\nYet we still payin' for O.J. violation\nPolice kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\nI can't breathe, answer, man, please\nY'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\nRemember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\nRemember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\nI'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\nI'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\nY'all know I inspire and motivate\nNiggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\nNaw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\nI feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\nBefore I breach security, I die with my purity\nNowadays I take my time, it's maturity\nGrown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\nI use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\nI do mutual respect, no fan shit\nAny disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\nFam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\nYou engaged in war with a giant\nYou better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\nthe only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\nShooter's anonymous, uh\nI tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\nIn case a nine'll miss (Woo)\nProblem is Fred dominant\nBed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\nI shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\nBarrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\nBirds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\nCoke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\nPut bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\nBeen sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\nOn the base like McGwire\nThirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\nOr whatever they say the Reverend requires\nI level with spies, I remember the buys\nStill kill at will, never was tired\nBeretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\nGordo\n\nSlave mentality\nKeep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\nKeep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\nThey just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\nSo why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\nfeedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\nIt's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\nWe went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\nYour cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\nWhat's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\nHe's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\nHow you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\nHow you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\nI don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\nThese industry niggas is so smitten but I\nsay what I want, when I want, no permission\n\nPeople confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\nBut it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\nThe visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\nAnd this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\nPolice killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\nGovernment makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\nDumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\nNiggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\nI learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\nIf you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\nWe all high off stupid, social media the new needle\nWe need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\nWe need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\nRidiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\nNeed to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\nHopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\nI'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\nMy residential level is heavenly\nThe bed I use,\nis made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\nI'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\nThat little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\nI'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\nI'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\nYou 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\nI'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\nPuff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\nThe nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\nI used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\nNo lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\nbeak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\nShit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n(What that mean?)\nMean I knock whoever violated out\nI love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\nNouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\nI take that personal, too\nSo every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back to the Bars\n  artist: Kay Slay, DJ feat. Ninoman, Vado, Mysonne, Fred the Godson, Locksmith, Connor, Jon & Ortiz, Joell\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them\n  Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)\n  Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em\n  He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)\n  Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em\n  Walk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em\n  Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)\n  They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)\n  Can't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)\n  That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)\n  I'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)\n  Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)\n  We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)\n  'Cause I'm the man with the power\n  I'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)\n  This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)\n  They ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)\n  Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play\n  Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)\n\n  They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets\n  Kanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)\n  'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it (Ha)\n  Gotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)\n  Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)\n  Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)\n  Fiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)\n  Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in\n  There's a lot of abomination\n  They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)\n  Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation\n  Police kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)\n  I can't breathe, answer, man, please\n  Y'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze\n  Remember me not standin', be on my damn knees? (I know)\n  Remember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? (Huh?)\n\n  I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)\n  I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)\n  Y'all know I inspire and motivate\n  Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)\n  Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)\n  I feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)\n  Before I breach security, I die with my purity\n  Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity\n  Grown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)\n  I use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)\n  I do mutual respect, no fan shit\n  Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit\n  Fam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)\n  You engaged in war with a giant\n  You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord\n  the only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'\n\n  Shooter's anonymous, uh\n  I tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)\n  In case a nine'll miss (Woo)\n  Problem is Fred dominant\n  Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)\n  I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot\n  Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop\n  Birds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo\n  Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)\n  Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)\n  Been sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go\n  On the base like McGwire\n  Thirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir\n  Or whatever they say the Reverend requires\n  I level with spies, I remember the buys\n  Still kill at will, never was tired\n  Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly\n  Gordo\n\n  Slave mentality\n  Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically\n  Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps\n  They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)\n  So why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that's\n  feedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion?\n  It's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'\n  We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'\n  Your cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em\n  What's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swellin'\n  He's tellin' these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)\n  How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)\n  How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?\n  I don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)\n  These industry niggas is so smitten but I\n  say what I want, when I want, no permission\n\n  People confused between gettin' views and the fiction news\n  But it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em\n  The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room\n  And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it's cocoon\n  Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction\n  Government makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected\n  Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected\n  Niggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it\n  I learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people\n  If you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal\n  We all high off stupid, social media the new needle\n  We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers\n  We need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us\n  Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'\n  Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'\n  Hopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about, don't be confused\n\n  I'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools\n  My residential level is heavenly\n  The bed I use,\n  is made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze\n  I'm woke, ya'll mentally broke\n  That little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out\n  I'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out\n  I'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house\n  You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out\n  I'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth\n  Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch\n  The nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count\n  I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse\n  No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the\n  beak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south\n  Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky\n  (What that mean?)\n  Mean I knock whoever violated out\n  I love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into\n  Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through\n  I take that personal, too\n  So every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you\n"}]