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pilot\n\n2x\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\" Word up, i don't front\nI just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want\n\n(what you need)\nHere, don't fear peep this\nStep inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist\nSkilled technician, rhythmous technique\nAdvanced speak, i put mics in condition\nThe streets always like hard beats\nThat shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats\nMy star fleet, likwit family\nYou sorry, like that game from milton-bradley\nBound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama\nI've never been the one for the jerry springer drama\nNot an actor, just the greastest multiple factor\n\nThis rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker\nLinebacker, wit hits that hit like lt\nWatch the blitz, you'll get a joe theisman injury\nWhat's all the glitter gear, meanwhile i wear and tear\nFor fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare\n\n4x\n\n(see what you need)\nWhen it comes to real lyrics i know you can't hang\nWord to tash, i'm from killa cali where niggas gangbang\nPlus slang more than words, nouns and verbs\nBut pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs\nYou couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons\nYou're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon\nThis is hard earned dues, word to guru and premier\nI'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\"\nAiyyo herut's been long overdue\nBut instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you\nYo don't mistake them, i'm not no hater\nJust a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shaker\nA plees blower, live show flower\nWit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower\n\n4x\n\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\"\nWord up, i don't front\nI give you what you want, what you need\n(i give you want you want)\n(i don't front) (what you need)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep It on the Rise\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 252733\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got the funky feel like b real\n  I put \"all in your head up\" wit the pure raw skill\n  Franklins are my favorite bills\n  No hands my favorite type of windmills\n  Only now and then do i drink champagne\n  Like i said in big up i strictly fucks wit covasea\n  You glamorous rappers are too sweet\n  Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep\n  I'd rather listen to some brant green\n  Authentic, not like you, got real meaning\n  I'm like the low-ridas, i like the oldies\n  You know songs, like agony and ecstacy by smokey\n  You's a phony, i heard your single\n  Corny, like a thirty-second jingle\n  Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs\n  Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag\n  You know my heiroglyph, i got a higher gift\n  You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot\n\n  2x\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\" Word up, i don't front\n  I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want\n\n  (what you need)\n  Here, don't fear peep this\n  Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist\n  Skilled technician, rhythmous technique\n  Advanced speak, i put mics in condition\n  The streets always like hard beats\n  That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats\n  My star fleet, likwit family\n  You sorry, like that game from milton-bradley\n  Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama\n  I've never been the one for the jerry springer drama\n  Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor\n\n  This rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker\n  Linebacker, wit hits that hit like lt\n  Watch the blitz, you'll get a joe theisman injury\n  What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile i wear and tear\n  For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare\n\n  4x\n\n  (see what you need)\n  When it comes to real lyrics i know you can't hang\n  Word to tash, i'm from killa cali where niggas gangbang\n  Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs\n  But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs\n  You couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons\n  You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon\n  This is hard earned dues, word to guru and premier\n  I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\"\n  Aiyyo herut's been long overdue\n  But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you\n  Yo don't mistake them, i'm not no hater\n  Just a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shaker\n  A plees blower, live show flower\n  Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower\n\n  4x\n\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\"\n  Word up, i don't front\n  I give you what you want, what you need\n  (i give you want you want)\n  (i don't front) (what you need)\n"},{"id":9482364,"name":"Keep It on the Rise","trackName":"Keep It on the Rise","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the funky feel like b real\nI put \"all in your head up\" wit the pure raw skill\nFranklins are my favorite bills\nNo hands my favorite type of windmills\nOnly now and then do i drink champagne\nLike i said in big up i strictly fucks wit covasea\nYou glamorous rappers are too sweet\nWit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep\nI'd rather listen to some brant green\nAuthentic, not like you, got real meaning\nI'm like the low-ridas, i like the oldies\nYou know songs, like agony and ecstacy by smokey\nYou's a phony, i heard your single\nCorny, like a thirty-second jingle\nHere comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs\nEvery letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag\nYou know my heiroglyph, i got a higher gift\nYou's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot\n\n2x\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\" Word up, i don't front\nI just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want\n\n(what you need)\nHere, don't fear peep this\nStep inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist\nSkilled technician, rhythmous technique\nAdvanced speak, i put mics in condition\nThe streets always like hard beats\nThat shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats\nMy star fleet, likwit family\nYou sorry, like that game from milton-bradley\nBound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama\nI've never been the one for the jerry springer drama\nNot an actor, just the greastest multiple factor\n\nThis rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker\nLinebacker, wit hits that hit like lt\nWatch the blitz, you'll get a joe theisman injury\nWhat's all the glitter gear, meanwhile i wear and tear\nFor fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare\n\n4x\n\n(see what you need)\nWhen it comes to real lyrics i know you can't hang\nWord to tash, i'm from killa cali where niggas gangbang\nPlus slang more than words, nouns and verbs\nBut pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs\nYou couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons\nYou're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon\nThis is hard earned dues, word to guru and premier\nI'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\"\nAiyyo herut's been long overdue\nBut instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you\nYo don't mistake them, i'm not no hater\nJust a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shaker\nA plees blower, live show flower\nWit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower\n\n4x\n\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\"\nWord up, i don't front\nI give you what you want, what you need\n(i give you want you want)\n(i don't front) (what you need)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep It on the Rise\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got the funky feel like b real\n  I put \"all in your head up\" wit the pure raw skill\n  Franklins are my favorite bills\n  No hands my favorite type of windmills\n  Only now and then do i drink champagne\n  Like i said in big up i strictly fucks wit covasea\n  You glamorous rappers are too sweet\n  Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep\n  I'd rather listen to some brant green\n  Authentic, not like you, got real meaning\n  I'm like the low-ridas, i like the oldies\n  You know songs, like agony and ecstacy by smokey\n  You's a phony, i heard your single\n  Corny, like a thirty-second jingle\n  Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs\n  Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag\n  You know my heiroglyph, i got a higher gift\n  You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot\n\n  2x\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\" Word up, i don't front\n  I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want\n\n  (what you need)\n  Here, don't fear peep this\n  Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist\n  Skilled technician, rhythmous technique\n  Advanced speak, i put mics in condition\n  The streets always like hard beats\n  That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats\n  My star fleet, likwit family\n  You sorry, like that game from milton-bradley\n  Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama\n  I've never been the one for the jerry springer drama\n  Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor\n\n  This rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker\n  Linebacker, wit hits that hit like lt\n  Watch the blitz, you'll get a joe theisman injury\n  What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile i wear and tear\n  For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare\n\n  4x\n\n  (see what you need)\n  When it comes to real lyrics i know you can't hang\n  Word to tash, i'm from killa cali where niggas gangbang\n  Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs\n  But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs\n  You couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons\n  You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon\n  This is hard earned dues, word to guru and premier\n  I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\"\n  Aiyyo herut's been long overdue\n  But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you\n  Yo don't mistake them, i'm not no hater\n  Just a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shaker\n  A plees blower, live show flower\n  Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower\n\n  4x\n\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\"\n  Word up, i don't front\n  I give you what you want, what you need\n  (i give you want you want)\n  (i don't front) (what you need)\n"},{"id":39294305,"name":"Keep It On The Rise Part 2","trackName":"Keep It On The Rise Part 2","artistName":"Defari feat Evidence and Dj Babu","albumName":"Dilated Peoples & The Likwit Crew - Long Awaited","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gotta gamble if you wanna stay clutched\nType let my actions speak, don't say much\nRoll these streets with my guys, we all stay in touch\nHustle with these same guys for these dollars and bucks\nIt's so rough, so tough\nWord to Roger, Zapp, brand new, L.A. Dodger, cap\n\nYo, Herut (Whattup?) You know I had to come through\n(Reunion style) Keep it on the rise part two\nA lotta cats don't understand how to execute a plan\nFirst thing is sacrifice if you wanna stay nice\n(You get ran) out the game if your steelo's too strange\nI could smell your fake buzz from a mile away\n\nIt's time to change, we serve heat rocks for street blocks\nEven cops wanna cop what I'm playin when I get stopped\n(Drop!) The beat harder than Ad Rock, got rap on padlock\nIt's all real, I gotta fill my stash spot\nThe one, Herut the Divine Son\nLook around town, guarantee you'll never find none\nWith the Crown sound, yo my son what are you tryin?\nFrom the start you got no heart, you not a lion\n\nSet iron us both while we post up\nVideo camera shoot a close-up, but all we do is chill and smoke bud\nToo bad they got their hopes up, our words don't lie\n\nFirst I keep it on the ground, then I keep it on the rise\n[Hook: Evidence & (Jeru The Damaja)\nAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\nI just keep it on the rise, and give 'em what they want\nAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't play\nI just keep it on the rise and give it to 'em everyday\n(Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\nI just\nKeep it on the rise, and give you what you want)\n(What you need) And what you need take heed\n\nI caught the start the first time I ever planted my seed\nFollow my lead... you can't follow, fall and bleed\nOr suffer from envy and greed\n\nOr fatigue, I breathe with the power of seven seas\nA style international from Laos, to Lebanese\nTrees get blown as we sit on our thrones\nDays to night, nights to day, it's all the same shit at home\nTrucks, sedans on twenty inch chrome\nGirls insist that I put they number in my phone\nAnd I'mma roam by the beaches, keep all the skeptics speechless\nCause everytime I shine that's a sign of they weakness\n\nWe keep this on the rise and plan to leave a dent\nFifteen minutes ain't shit, I spent my life gettin bent\n\nHerut, Evidence, residence, Los Angeles\nCity scandalous, where the air be hazardous\nThe streets breed savages and those with disadvantages\n\nStill we keep it on the rise, survive all the damages\n[Hook: Evidence & (Jeru The Damaja)\nAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\nI just keep it on the rise, and give 'em what they want\nAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't play\nI just keep it on the rise and give it to 'em everyday\n(Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\nI just\nKeep it on the rise, and give you what you want)\n(What you need) And what you need take heed\n\n(What you want) And what you want (I don't front)\n(What you need) And what you need take heed\n\n(What you want) What you want (I don't front)\n\n(This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n(Defari and that's my word)\n(This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n(Defari and that's my word)\n(This ain't the final or the last blast kid)","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.91] Gotta gamble if you wanna stay clutched\n[00:25.23] Type let my actions speak, don't say much\n[00:27.96] Roll these streets with my guys, we all stay in touch\n[00:30.85] Hustle with these same guys for these dollars and bucks\n[00:33.85] It's so rough, so tough\n[00:35.80] Word to Roger, Zapp, brand new, L.A. Dodger, cap\n[00:40.06] Yo, Herut (Whattup?) You know I had to come through\n[00:42.70] (Reunion style) Keep it on the rise part two\n[00:45.79] A lotta cats don't understand how to execute a plan\n[00:48.76] First thing is sacrifice if you wanna stay nice\n[00:51.28] (You get ran) out the game if your steelo's too strange\n[00:54.47] I could smell your fake buzz from a mile away\n[00:57.02] It's time to change, we serve heat rocks for street blocks\n[01:00.22] Even cops wanna cop what I'm playin when I get stopped\n[01:02.97] (Drop!) The beat harder than Ad Rock, got rap on padlock\n[01:06.46] It's all real, I gotta fill my stash spot\n[01:08.94] The one, Herut the Divine Son\n[01:11.26] Look around town, guarantee you'll never find none\n[01:14.01] With the Crown sound, yo my son what are you tryin?\n[01:17.27] From the start you got no heart, you not a lion\n[01:19.79] Set iron us both while we post up\n[01:21.96] Video camera shoot a close-up, but all we do is chill and smoke bud\n[01:26.05] Too bad they got their hopes up, our words don't lie\n[01:28.73] First I keep it on the ground, then I keep it on the rise\n[01:31.34] [Hook: Evidence & (Jeru The Damaja)\n[01:31.50] Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\n[01:34.48] I just keep it on the rise, and give 'em what they want\n[01:37.14] Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't play\n[01:40.09] I just keep it on the rise and give it to 'em everyday\n[01:42.73] (Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\n[01:44.78] I just\n[01:46.61] Keep it on the rise, and give you what you want)\n[01:48.66] (What you need) And what you need take heed\n[01:51.55] I caught the start the first time I ever planted my seed\n[01:54.26] Follow my lead... you can't follow, fall and bleed\n[01:57.52] Or suffer from envy and greed\n[01:59.75] Or fatigue, I breathe with the power of seven seas\n[02:03.13] A style international from Laos, to Lebanese\n[02:06.32] Trees get blown as we sit on our thrones\n[02:08.64] Days to night, nights to day, it's all the same shit at home\n[02:12.00] Trucks, sedans on twenty inch chrome\n[02:14.40] Girls insist that I put they number in my phone\n[02:17.21] And I'mma roam by the beaches, keep all the skeptics speechless\n[02:20.42] Cause everytime I shine that's a sign of they weakness\n[02:23.14] We keep this on the rise and plan to leave a dent\n[02:25.89] Fifteen minutes ain't shit, I spent my life gettin bent\n[02:28.88] Herut, Evidence, residence, Los Angeles\n[02:31.98] City scandalous, where the air be hazardous\n[02:34.55] The streets breed savages and those with disadvantages\n[02:37.61] Still we keep it on the rise, survive all the damages\n[02:39.93] [Hook: Evidence & (Jeru The Damaja)\n[02:40.04] Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\n[02:42.96] I just keep it on the rise, and give 'em what they want\n[02:45.79] Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't play\n[02:48.68] I just keep it on the rise and give it to 'em everyday\n[02:51.30] (Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\n[02:53.39] I just\n[02:55.26] Keep it on the rise, and give you what you want)\n[02:57.14] (What you need) And what you need take heed\n[03:00.09] (What you want) And what you want (I don't front)\n[03:02.99] (What you need) And what you need take heed\n[03:05.73] (What you want) What you want (I don't front)\n[03:11.70] (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n[03:14.36] (Defari and that's my word)\n[03:17.79] (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n[03:19.87] (Defari and that's my word)\n[03:22.79] (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n[03:25.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep It On The Rise Part 2\n  artist: Defari feat Evidence and Dj Babu\n  album: Dilated Peoples & The Likwit Crew - Long Awaited\n  duration_ms: 231915\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Gotta gamble if you wanna stay clutched\n  start_ms: 22910\n  end_ms: 25230\n- text: Type let my actions speak, don't say much\n  start_ms: 25230\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Roll these streets with my guys, we all stay in touch\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 30850\n- text: Hustle with these same guys for these dollars and bucks\n  start_ms: 30850\n  end_ms: 33850\n- text: It's so rough, so tough\n  start_ms: 33850\n  end_ms: 35800\n- text: Word to Roger, Zapp, brand new, L.A. 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175260\n- text: Keep it on the rise, and give you what you want)\n  start_ms: 175260\n  end_ms: 177140\n- text: (What you need) And what you need take heed\n  start_ms: 177140\n  end_ms: 180090\n- text: (What you want) And what you want (I don't front)\n  start_ms: 180090\n  end_ms: 182990\n- text: (What you need) And what you need take heed\n  start_ms: 182990\n  end_ms: 185730\n- text: (What you want) What you want (I don't front)\n  start_ms: 185730\n  end_ms: 191700\n- text: (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n  start_ms: 191700\n  end_ms: 194360\n- text: (Defari and that's my word)\n  start_ms: 194360\n  end_ms: 197790\n- text: (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n  start_ms: 197790\n  end_ms: 199870\n- text: (Defari and that's my word)\n  start_ms: 199870\n  end_ms: 202790\n- text: (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n  start_ms: 202790\n  end_ms: 205940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 205940\nplain: |-\n  Gotta gamble if you wanna stay clutched\n  Type let my actions speak, don't say much\n  Roll these streets with my guys, we all stay in touch\n  Hustle with these same guys for these dollars and bucks\n  It's so rough, so tough\n  Word to Roger, Zapp, brand new, L.A. Dodger, cap\n\n  Yo, Herut (Whattup?) You know I had to come through\n  (Reunion style) Keep it on the rise part two\n  A lotta cats don't understand how to execute a plan\n  First thing is sacrifice if you wanna stay nice\n  (You get ran) out the game if your steelo's too strange\n  I could smell your fake buzz from a mile away\n\n  It's time to change, we serve heat rocks for street blocks\n  Even cops wanna cop what I'm playin when I get stopped\n  (Drop!) The beat harder than Ad Rock, got rap on padlock\n  It's all real, I gotta fill my stash spot\n  The one, Herut the Divine Son\n  Look around town, guarantee you'll never find none\n  With the Crown sound, yo my son what are you tryin?\n  From the start you got no heart, you not a lion\n\n  Set iron us both while we post up\n  Video camera shoot a close-up, but all we do is chill and smoke bud\n  Too bad they got their hopes up, our words don't lie\n\n  First I keep it on the ground, then I keep it on the rise\n  [Hook: Evidence & (Jeru The Damaja)\n  Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\n  I just keep it on the rise, and give 'em what they want\n  Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't play\n  I just keep it on the rise and give it to 'em everyday\n  (Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\n  I just\n  Keep it on the rise, and give you what you want)\n  (What you need) And what you need take heed\n\n  I caught the start the first time I ever planted my seed\n  Follow my lead... you can't follow, fall and bleed\n  Or suffer from envy and greed\n\n  Or fatigue, I breathe with the power of seven seas\n  A style international from Laos, to Lebanese\n  Trees get blown as we sit on our thrones\n  Days to night, nights to day, it's all the same shit at home\n  Trucks, sedans on twenty inch chrome\n  Girls insist that I put they number in my phone\n  And I'mma roam by the beaches, keep all the skeptics speechless\n  Cause everytime I shine that's a sign of they weakness\n\n  We keep this on the rise and plan to leave a dent\n  Fifteen minutes ain't shit, I spent my life gettin bent\n\n  Herut, Evidence, residence, Los Angeles\n  City scandalous, where the air be hazardous\n  The streets breed savages and those with disadvantages\n\n  Still we keep it on the rise, survive all the damages\n  [Hook: Evidence & (Jeru The Damaja)\n  Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\n  I just keep it on the rise, and give 'em what they want\n  Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't play\n  I just keep it on the rise and give it to 'em everyday\n  (Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front\n  I just\n  Keep it on the rise, and give you what you want)\n  (What you need) And what you need take heed\n\n  (What you want) And what you want (I don't front)\n  (What you need) And what you need take heed\n\n  (What you want) What you want (I don't front)\n\n  (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n  (Defari and that's my word)\n  (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n  (Defari and that's my word)\n  (This ain't the final or the last blast kid)\n"}]