[{"id":9328374,"name":"Queen's Gambit","trackName":"Queen's Gambit","artistName":"DJ Muggs","albumName":"Grandmasters","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETS\nAn A-list actress, who was never walked off sets\nShe loved stuffed animals, especially BEARS\nWas a role model, like a CARDINAL to our peers\nA PATRIOTIC tomboy, like Mary Ellen from The Waltons\nA former lifeguard, who had the skills of a DOLPHIN\nWhen I met her, she was in drama school and wore BENGALS\nDrove a BRONCO, and she was far from star spangled\nHad basic skills, and worked part time in mills\nRaised buffalo's, cause she was behind them BILLS\nHad a man who always roared like LION\nA domestic violent cat, tackled the girl and kept her crying\nCouldn't care, she was losing her hair, from depression\nShe was in the air, and there was some room for interceptions\nI told her to stay strong, not to be ashamed\nYou're a \"ten-i-see\", you 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Energized like phones that just came off the CHARGER\n  I introduced myself to gain yardage\n  Cuz anything less then smooth, would've been straight up garbage\n  The shorter one met me, when I had a sky pager\n  Thought I rolled with robbers, STEELERS and panty RAIDERS\n  She took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in season\n  One of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezing\n  I knew that I was gonna get, wined and dined\n  It would've been a penalty, not to pass the scrimmage line\n  Now I laid back and relaxed, waiting for the kick-off\n  One removed the lip gloss, like she was bout to lick all\n  She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet\n  Dying for me to PACKER, as she stroked my helmet\n  And I was thinking these girls was SAINTS\n  But it was first and ten, and there was extra walls to paint\n  Before you know it, I had all three in a huddle\n  Buckin' like a COLT, before I released them puddles\n  They spread EAGLES like wide receivers\n  As I RAM them in the 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It's life, it's reality\n"},{"id":10264191,"name":"Queen’s Gambit","trackName":"Queen’s Gambit","artistName":"DJ Muggs & GZA/Genius","albumName":"Grandmasters","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETS\nAn A-list actress, who was never walked off sets\nShe loved stuffed animals, especially BEARS\nWas a role model, like a CARDINAL to our peers\nA PATRIOTIC tomboy, like Mary Ellen from The Waltons\nA former lifeguard, who had the skills of a DOLPHIN\nWhen I met her, she was in drama school and wore BENGALS\nDrove a BRONCO, and she was far from star spangled\nHad basic skills, and worked part time in mills\nRaised buffalo's, cause she was behind them BILLS\nHad a man who always roared like LION\nA domestic violent cat, tackled the girl and kept her crying\nCouldn't care, she was losing her hair, from depression\nShe was in the air, and there was some room for interceptions\nI told her to stay strong, not to be 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garments, was suede coat liners\n  Held rare coins, frequently sought from gold miners\n  They were hard working warriors, we call over timers\n  Shot plenty arrows at COWBOYS and 49ERS\n  Her interesting background, but quite unusual\n  Great for a script, but out of bounds for a musical\n  She told me to call her, if I came to town\n  I started TEXAN her, soon as my plane had touchdown\n  Holding my luggage, in the hand that revealed the bad scars\n  She pulled up at arrivals, driving the JAGUAR\n  Her house was fly, sitting on the roof, was a RAVEN\n  As we entered, I heard laughter\n  She walked into a large living room, I went after her\n  There was two of her, girlfriends,\n  Playing chess like they were VIKINGS\n  Militant as PANTHERS, they're resemblance was striking\n  Had on thongs, high heels, and belts that was garter\n  Energized like phones that just came off the CHARGER\n  I introduced myself to gain yardage\n  Cuz anything less then smooth, would've been straight up garbage\n  The shorter one met me, when I had a sky pager\n  Thought I rolled with robbers, STEELERS and panty RAIDERS\n  She took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in season\n  One of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezing\n  I knew that I was gonna get, wined and dined\n  It would've been a penalty, not to pass the scrimmage line\n  Now I laid back and relaxed, waiting for the kick-off\n  One removed the lip gloss, like she was bout to lick all\n  She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet\n  Dying for me to PACKER, as she stroked my helmet\n  And I was thinking these girls was SAINTS\n  But it was first and ten, and there was extra walls to paint\n  Before you know it, I had all three in a huddle\n  Buckin' like a COLT, before I released them puddles\n  They spread EAGLES like wide receivers\n  As I RAM them in the endzone, and they became true believers\n\n  I be liking chess\n  Cuz chess is crazy, right there, that's the ultimate\n  It's like a great hobby right 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