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the shots, they don't wear it on they hip\n\nJinglin' of the chains, I can still hear it on the ship\nOne hand loads the clip, feel the rubber on the grip\nMe and my reflection sendin' one another on a trip\nI'm under twenty-one and bent, now you know what punishment, listen\nIt ain't a easy odyssey for you to follow me\nWe do kinesiology with no apologies\n\nShine the light into the darkest part of me\nAll around you, find the one thing they can't see\nThough they say\nThey'll take your pain\nDon't give it away (yo)\n\nThe deeper the breath, the louder the scream (oh, oh)\nI cower between the two monsters out of my dream\nA Cadillac, a limousine, an anti-nigga machine\nAnd if I wake up alive, I bet they woke up clean\nUmpteen times, the warning signs went unseen\nTo me, they done something, they tried to clip my wings\nBut not before I understood how any caged bird sings\nThe soul was something before we became earthlings\n\nFreedom is better than heroin, morphine, or methadone\nThey 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ammo\n  Death to Sambo, send him a bouquet and a candle\n  I came to take back that other two-fifths of a man, so\n  From a silhouette standin' in the aperture\n  To a figurehead standin' in the path of a killer\n  Young gorilla just scramblin' for Africa\n\n  Crept and will accept nothing but a massacre\n  Premonition of intuition is a bitch\n  Got a message from the heavens, all it said is to be this\n  Keep it brief like a elevator pitch\n  Or delegate a switch 'cause the spirit is a snitch\n  In America, the rich love to wear it on they wrist\n  They call the shots, they don't wear it on they hip\n\n  Jinglin' of the chains, I can still hear it on the ship\n  One hand loads the clip, feel the rubber on the grip\n  Me and my reflection sendin' one another on a trip\n  I'm under twenty-one and bent, now you know what punishment, listen\n  It ain't a easy odyssey for you to follow me\n  We do kinesiology with no apologies\n\n  Shine the light into the darkest part of me\n  All around you, find the one thing they can't see\n  Though they say\n  They'll take your pain\n  Don't give it away (yo)\n\n  The deeper the breath, the louder the scream (oh, oh)\n  I cower between the two monsters out of my dream\n  A Cadillac, a limousine, an anti-nigga machine\n  And if I wake up alive, I bet they woke up clean\n  Umpteen times, the warning signs went unseen\n  To me, they done something, they tried to clip my wings\n  But not before I understood how any caged bird sings\n  The soul was something before we became earthlings\n\n  Freedom is better than heroin, morphine, or methadone\n  They force-feed their fears into our flesh and bone\n  Inside of my confessional, I decompress alone\n  I'm more skeptical of followin' the metronome\n  I guess technically, I'm on another echelon\n  It just gets to me the way they lay the pressure on\n  It ain't a easy odyssey for you to follow me\n  We do kinesiology with no apologies\n\n  Shine the light into the darkest part of me (right, right, right)\n  All around you,\n  Find the one thing they can't see (start the wave, God)\n  Though they say (talk your talk)\n  They'll take your pain (nigga, let's go, nigga, how that shit go?)\n\n  Boy grown, hands like Roy Jones\n  King Tut bracelet on, encrusted, flooded in stones, bro\n  Hardest and the sharpest\n  Merge like three-bedroom apartments\n  Pick one room, they all boom, let me start this\n  My art retarded, kids, the arsonist and ostrich\n  The moon is the part, we been partners, shit\n  Say no other, we the Jungle Brothers out in Kenya\n  How we did in December, loadin' them cartridges\n\n  The lines is like nines, P8 between babies\n  Word to mama, poor llamas, paper we seein' crazy\n  Louis Rich, he the drummer\n  Thoughts from the black boy, boy, mama call ya\n  See, the numbers stay maxin' and relaxin'\n  Chump jewelry in 2020, seven Hummers pursuing\n  I seen your stunters gettin' busy on the bridge\n  Headed out fleein' your dope dealer\n  Stop wasting time, take some shine\n\n  Shine the light into the darkest part of me\n  All around you, find the one thing they can't see\n  Though they say\n  They'll take your pain\n  Don't give it away, oh, oh\n"},{"id":34012961,"name":"The Darkest Part","trackName":"The Darkest Part","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"Cheat Codes (With Black Thought)","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shine the light into the darkest part of me\nAll around you, find the one thing they can't see\nThough they say\nThey'll take your pain\nDon't give it away, oh, oh\n\nYo, I'm like Thelonious at the underground piano\nDressed in camo, the grenades, guns, and ammo\nDeath to Sambo, send him a bouquet and a candle\nI came to take back that other two-fifths of a man, so\nFrom a silhouette standin' in the aperture\nTo a figurehead standin' in the path of a killer\nYoung gorilla just scramblin' for Africa\n\nCrept and will accept nothing but a massacre\nPremonition of intuition is a 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part of me\n  All around you, find the one thing they can't see\n  Though they say\n  They'll take your pain\n  Don't give it away, oh, oh\n\n  Yo, I'm like Thelonious at the underground piano\n  Dressed in camo, the grenades, guns, and ammo\n  Death to Sambo, send him a bouquet and a candle\n  I came to take back that other two-fifths of a man, so\n  From a silhouette standin' in the aperture\n  To a figurehead standin' in the path of a killer\n  Young gorilla just scramblin' for Africa\n\n  Crept and will accept nothing but a massacre\n  Premonition of intuition is a bitch\n  Got a message from the heavens, all it said is to be this\n  Keep it brief like a elevator pitch\n  Or delegate a switch 'cause the spirit is a snitch\n  In America, the rich love to wear it on they wrist\n  They call the shots, they don't wear it on they hip\n\n  Jinglin' of the chains, I can still hear it on the ship\n  One hand loads the clip, feel the rubber on the grip\n  Me and my reflection sendin' one another on a trip\n  I'm under twenty-one and bent, now you know what punishment, listen\n  It ain't a easy odyssey for you to follow me\n  We do kinesiology with no apologies\n\n  Shine the light into the darkest part of me\n  All around you, find the one thing they can't see\n  Though they say\n  They'll take your pain\n  Don't give it away (yo)\n\n  The deeper the breath, the louder the scream (oh, oh)\n  I cower between the two monsters out of my dream\n  A Cadillac, a limousine, an anti-nigga machine\n  And if I wake up alive, I bet they woke up clean\n  Umpteen times, the warning signs went unseen\n  To me, they done something, they tried to clip my wings\n  But not before I understood how any caged bird sings\n  The soul was something before we became earthlings\n\n  Freedom is better than heroin, morphine, or methadone\n  They force-feed their fears into our flesh and bone\n  Inside of my confessional, I decompress alone\n  I'm more skeptical of followin' the metronome\n  I 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jewelry in 2020, seven Hummers pursuing\n  start_ms: 192480\n  end_ms: 195110\n- text: I seen your stunters gettin' busy on the bridge\n  start_ms: 195110\n  end_ms: 197770\n- text: Headed out, fleein' your dope dealer\n  start_ms: 197770\n  end_ms: 199700\n- text: Stop wasting time, take some shine\n  start_ms: 199700\n  end_ms: 202450\n- text: Shine the light into the darkest part of me\n  start_ms: 202450\n  end_ms: 207840\n- text: All around you, find the one thing they can't see\n  start_ms: 207840\n  end_ms: 212050\n- text: Though they say\n  start_ms: 212050\n  end_ms: 214470\n- text: They'll take your pain\n  start_ms: 214470\n  end_ms: 217070\n- text: Don't give it away, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 217070\n  end_ms: 222040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 222040\nplain: |-\n  Shine the light into the darkest part of me\n  All around you, find the one thing they can't see\n  Though they say\n  They'll take your pain\n  Don't give it away, oh, oh\n\n  Yo, I'm like Thelonious at the underground piano\n  Dressed in camo, the grenades, guns, and ammo\n  Death to Sambo, send him a bouquet, and a candle\n  I came to take back that other two-fifths of a man, so\n  From a silhouette standin' in the aperture\n  To a figurehead standin' in the path of a killer\n  Young gorilla just scramblin' for Africa\n\n  Crept and will accept nothing but a massacre\n  Premonition of intuition is a bitch\n  Got a message from the heavens, all it said is to be this\n  Keep it brief like a elevator pitch\n  Or delegate a switch 'cause the spirit is a snitch\n  In America, the rich love to wear it on their wrist\n  They call the shots, they don't wear it on they hip\n\n  Jinglin' of the chains, I can still hear it on the ship\n  One hand loads the clip, feel the rubber on the grip\n  Me and my reflection sendin' one another on a trip\n  I'm under 21 and bent, now you know what punishment, listen\n  It ain't a easy odyssey for you to follow me\n  We do kinesiology with no apologies\n\n  Shine the light into the darkest part of me\n  All around you, find the one thing they can't see\n  Though they say\n  They'll take your pain\n  Don't give it away (yo)\n\n  The deeper the breath, the louder the scream (oh, oh)\n  I cower between the two monsters out of my dream\n  A Cadillac, a Limousine, an anti-nigga machine\n  And if I wake up alive, I bet they woke up clean\n  Umpteen times, the warning signs went unseen\n  To me, they done something, they tried to clip my wings\n  But not before I understood how any caged bird sings\n  The soul was something before we became earthlings\n\n  Freedom is better than heroin, morphine, or methadone\n  They force-feed their fears into our flesh and bone\n  Inside of my confessional, I decompress alone\n  I'm more skeptical of followin' the metronome\n  I guess technically, I'm on another echelon\n  It just gets to me the way they lay the pressure on\n  It ain't a easy odyssey for you to follow me\n  We do kinesiology with no apologies\n\n  Shine the light into the darkest part of me (right, right, right)\n  All around you, find the one thing they can't see (start the wave, God)\n  Though they say (talk your talk)\n  They'll take your pain (nigga, let's go, nigga, how that shit go?)\n\n  Boy grown, hands like Roy Jones\n  King Tut bracelet on, encrusted, flooded in stones, bro\n  Hardest and the sharpest\n  Merge like three-bedroom apartments\n  Pick one room, they all boom, let me start this\n  My art retarded, kids, the arsonist and ostrich\n  The moon is the part, we been partners, shit\n  Say no other, we the Jungle Brothers out in Kenya\n  How we did in December, loadin' them cartridges\n\n  The lines is like nines, P8 between babies\n  Word to mama, poor llamas, paper we seein' crazy\n  Louis Rich, he the drummer\n  Thoughts from the black boy, boy, mama call ya\n  See, the numbers stay maxin' and relaxin'\n  Chump jewelry in 2020, seven Hummers pursuing\n  I seen your stunters gettin' busy on the bridge\n  Headed out, fleein' your dope dealer\n  Stop wasting time, take some shine\n\n  Shine the light into the darkest part of me\n  All around you, find the one thing they can't see\n  Though they say\n  They'll take your pain\n  Don't give it away, oh, oh\n"}]