[{"id":29420572,"name":"Cookin' Up Your Brain","trackName":"Cookin' Up Your Brain","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Defenders Of The Underworld","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Movin' forward\nMove ahead, head\n\nI rock fatigues, but I don't glorify warfare\nI need comfortabilities, survival wear\nI see everyday struggle, word to Xzibit\nLift build muscle, I hustle and broaden my horizon\nStay focused to the point of the chin like Tyson\nGet live like a dunk on a big man by Allen Iverson\nHold up, wait a minute, pause, check the stat\n\nWord to James Brown, I say it loud, I'm proud to be Black\nWhoever said that knowledge on wax is played out\n\nPlayed themselves, they're soon to fade out\n\nWay out, out into oblivion\nThey come a dime a dozen, artificial like silicon\nWhile I'm low like James Bond and a bitch on the lawn\nReadin' books like Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon, uh\nSo if you live a lie, may the truth set you free\n'Cause 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that's my last name\nI love my pops, but still bare a tag of shame\nMaybe you can't understand the strength of the motherland\n'Cause you've been tricked with the teachings\n\nDeveloped by the other man, brother man\nIt's never too late to set your mind state straight\nKnowledge is key, we struggle then there's victory\n\nWithout knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\nCookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\nYeah, without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\nCookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\n\nNiggas rhyme about guns and cheese, tons and ki's\nThey self-incriminate on tapes, wax, and CDs\nNo need for video surveillance\n\n'Cause all one-time gotta do is buy your tape and start playin' it\nUnless it's all made up type fiction\nHave you forgotten that young minds listen and duplicate?\nOh you that brother likes to glorify jail time\nInstead of droppin' gems to uplift the Black youths' mind\nNow who's to blame when the Devil controls the game\nThat the Black people play for this entertainment fame?\nNo one to blame but ourselves\nInstead of books, now we love to be crooks and glorify hell\n\nDon't try to sell me that bullshit\n'Cause with knowledge I come equipped\nToo much pain in the past to forget\nAbout the lynchings, the ships, the leather whips\nNiggas lie for loochie nowadays and still get pimped\n\nWithout knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\nCookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\nYeah, without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\n\nCookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\n\nWithout knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\nCookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n(Run through, hard for you)\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nI'm lookin' on your brain\nI'm, I'm, I'm lookin' on your, your brain\nI'm lookin' on your brain\nI'm, I'm lookin' on your brain\nI'm lookin' on your brain\nI'm lookin' on your brain","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61] Movin' forward\n[00:05.02] Move ahead, head\n[00:08.02] \n[00:13.58] I rock fatigues, but I don't glorify warfare\n[00:15.70] I need comfortabilities, survival wear\n[00:18.35] I see everyday struggle, word to Xzibit\n[00:20.75] Lift build muscle, I hustle and broaden my horizon\n[00:24.05] Stay focused to the point of the chin like Tyson\n[00:26.35] Get live like a dunk on a big man by Allen Iverson\n[00:29.18] Hold up, wait a minute, pause, check the stat\n[00:31.72] Word to James Brown, I say it loud, I'm proud to be Black\n[00:34.62] Whoever said that knowledge on wax is played out\n[00:37.53] Played themselves, they're soon to fade out\n[00:39.78] Way out, out into oblivion\n[00:42.13] They come a dime a dozen, artificial like silicon\n[00:44.90] While I'm low like James Bond and a bitch on the lawn\n[00:47.62] Readin' books like Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon, uh\n[00:50.43] So if you live a lie, may the truth set you free\n[00:52.68] 'Cause soon a day will come when we rise, it's all prophecy\n[00:55.07] Without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n[00:58.05] (Run through, hard for you)\n[00:59.79] Cookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n[01:03.23] (Run through, hard for you)\n[01:05.07] Yeah, without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n[01:08.56] (Run through, hard for you)\n[01:10.25] Cookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n[01:13.83] (Run through, hard for you)\n[01:16.45] See, too many brothers I meet wanna be buddies\n[01:19.04] Get drunk and burn skunk, but they don't wanna study\n[01:21.70] Instead when they talk they think they're heavy like lead\n[01:24.16] But in reality, kids' knowledge base be like a thread\n[01:27.07] Minimal, with no foundation in the spiritual\n[01:29.51] Destroyin' they physical becomes a lifelong ritual\n[01:32.58] Now don't get me wrong, ain't nothin' wrong with a drink\n[01:34.65] But what's wrong is when a nigga just drink and don't think\n[01:37.21] About the chains, raped of language and names\n[01:39.93] Master Johnson's is the plantation where I must've slaved\n[01:42.61] In the former life, 'cause that's my last name\n[01:45.47] I love my pops, but still bare a tag of shame\n[01:47.99] Maybe you can't understand the strength of the motherland\n[01:50.39] 'Cause you've been tricked with the teachings\n[01:52.09] Developed by the other man, brother man\n[01:54.02] It's never too late to set your mind state straight\n[01:56.43] Knowledge is key, we struggle then there's victory\n[01:58.38] Without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n[02:01.25] (Run through, hard for you)\n[02:03.04] Cookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n[02:06.50] (Run through, hard for you)\n[02:08.39] Yeah, without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n[02:11.82] (Run through, hard for you)\n[02:13.58] Cookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n[02:17.15] (Run through, hard for you)\n[02:19.72] Niggas rhyme about guns and cheese, tons and ki's\n[02:22.31] They self-incriminate on tapes, wax, and CDs\n[02:25.32] No need for video surveillance\n[02:27.29] 'Cause all one-time gotta do is buy your tape and start playin' it\n[02:30.67] Unless it's all made up type fiction\n[02:32.65] Have you forgotten that young minds listen and duplicate?\n[02:35.84] Oh you that brother likes to glorify jail time\n[02:38.12] Instead of droppin' gems to uplift the Black youths' mind\n[02:41.15] Now who's to blame when the Devil controls the game\n[02:43.30] That the Black people play for this entertainment fame?\n[02:46.48] No one to blame but ourselves\n[02:48.06] Instead of books, now we love to be crooks and glorify hell\n[02:51.78] Don't try to sell me that bullshit\n[02:53.64] 'Cause with knowledge I come equipped\n[02:54.98] Too much pain in the past to forget\n[02:57.02] About the lynchings, the ships, the leather whips\n[02:59.35] Niggas lie for loochie nowadays and still get pimped\n[03:01.76] Without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n[03:04.51] (Run through, hard for you)\n[03:06.35] Cookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n[03:10.15] (Run through, hard for you)\n[03:11.63] Yeah, without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n[03:15.08] (Run through, hard for you)\n[03:16.84] Cookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n[03:20.39] (Run through, hard for you)\n[03:22.72] Without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must\n[03:25.64] (Run through, hard for you)\n[03:27.48] Cookin' up your brain, you remain blind to what's brand new so I must\n[03:30.95] (Run through, hard for you)\n[03:32.73] Yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:34.83] I'm lookin' on your brain\n[03:36.88] I'm, I'm, I'm lookin' on your, your brain\n[03:40.15] I'm lookin' on your brain\n[03:42.15] I'm, I'm lookin' on your brain\n[03:48.07] I'm lookin' on your brain\n[03:52.92] I'm lookin' on your brain\n[04:08.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cookin' Up Your Brain\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Defenders Of The Underworld\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Movin' forward\n  start_ms: 3610\n  end_ms: 5020\n- text: Move ahead, head\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 13580\n- text: I rock fatigues, but I don't glorify warfare\n  start_ms: 13580\n  end_ms: 15700\n- text: I need comfortabilities, survival wear\n  start_ms: 15700\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: I see everyday struggle, word to Xzibit\n  start_ms: 18350\n  end_ms: 20750\n- text: Lift build muscle, I hustle and broaden my 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