[{"id":35361536,"name":"Odds and Evens","trackName":"Odds and Evens","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, from the top, Cigar\nOdds & Evens, yeah, this is for you\nPick any number, it's for you\n'Cause I beat the odds and I'm gettin' even\nYeah, I hope you enjoyin' this album\nYeah, I hope you doin' what you do best\nYeah, and I hope you bangin' your motherfuckin' head right now\n\nRoll your windows up, take a ride\nIn the sixty-five degree Q-four-five\nBlowin' green stuff, bumpin' mean stuff\nMindin' my own, these squares don't mean much\nI'm on Adams, I want some J&J's\nHome fries, turkey sausage, grits and eggs\nA lemonade, now I'm good for the day\nGot rehearsal at twelve, gotta bring top shelf\nSo you know I'm faded when I'm at work\n\nYou've been to the shows, that's my best work\nAlcoholic pros, network\nLos veteranos, experts\n\nThis style's crazy, make your chest hurt\nWeak hearts feel a spark from the pepper\nI spit like a man that you never heard\nSo if you hear this style again, must be a mockingbird\nAnd you know birds could never ever fuck with lions\nIt's a small thing to a lyrical giant\n\nKiller California golden bear\nSpank Airs, new wears at the best affairs\n\nI don't care where you come from\nIt don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\nFull blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\nRest in peace Jeff, Will and Rob One\nI don't care where you come from\nIt don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\nFull blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\nOdds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some\n\nI always filter out the weakness\nMy triple crown say I won the Preakness\nThe Belmont and Kentucky Derby\nAnd all the rich chicks in the bleachers\n\nI stay clean 'cause I'm L.A\nPuttin' creases in my pants since first grade\nHad to wash mom's car every Saturday\nClean your room, vacuum, throw the trash away\nYoung killers runnin' wild like they got no moms\nAnd if they do, they moms must got some problems\nAnd if she don't, then why all the ghetto violence?\nThe kids be involved and other brothers dyin'\n\nSo me, I just observe with cool silence\nFools play victim to a mighty lion\nPlay roulette, pick red or black\nOdds & Evens any number, pick a bangin' track\nDefari bounce back, shit, that nigga never left\n\nEvidence proves what I want I can get\n\nI don't care where you come from\nIt don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\nFull blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\nRest in peace Bigga B and Rob One\nI don't care where you come from\nIt don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\nFull blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\nOdds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odds and Evens\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, from the top, Cigar\n  Odds & Evens, yeah, this is for you\n  Pick any number, it's for you\n  'Cause I beat the odds and I'm gettin' even\n  Yeah, I hope you enjoyin' this album\n  Yeah, I hope you doin' what you do best\n  Yeah, and I hope you bangin' your motherfuckin' head right now\n\n  Roll your windows up, take a ride\n  In the sixty-five degree Q-four-five\n  Blowin' green stuff, bumpin' mean stuff\n  Mindin' my own, these squares don't mean much\n  I'm on Adams, I want some J&J's\n  Home fries, turkey sausage, grits and eggs\n  A lemonade, now I'm good for the day\n  Got rehearsal at twelve, gotta bring top shelf\n  So you know I'm faded when I'm at work\n\n  You've been to the shows, that's my best work\n  Alcoholic pros, network\n  Los veteranos, experts\n\n  This style's crazy, make your chest hurt\n  Weak hearts feel a spark from the pepper\n  I spit like a man that you never heard\n  So if you hear this style again, must be a mockingbird\n  And you know birds could never ever fuck with lions\n  It's a small thing to a lyrical giant\n\n  Killer California golden bear\n  Spank Airs, new wears at the best affairs\n\n  I don't care where you come from\n  It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\n  Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\n  Rest in peace Jeff, Will and Rob One\n  I don't care where you come from\n  It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\n  Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\n  Odds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some\n\n  I always filter out the weakness\n  My triple crown say I won the Preakness\n  The Belmont and Kentucky Derby\n  And all the rich chicks in the bleachers\n\n  I stay clean 'cause I'm L.A\n  Puttin' creases in my pants since first grade\n  Had to wash mom's car every Saturday\n  Clean your room, vacuum, throw the trash away\n  Young killers runnin' wild like they got no moms\n  And if they do, they moms must got some problems\n  And if she don't, then why all the ghetto violence?\n  The kids be involved and other brothers dyin'\n\n  So me, I just observe with cool silence\n  Fools play victim to a mighty lion\n  Play roulette, pick red or black\n  Odds & Evens any number, pick a bangin' track\n  Defari bounce back, shit, that nigga never left\n\n  Evidence proves what I want I can get\n\n  I don't care where you come from\n  It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\n  Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\n  Rest in peace Bigga B and Rob One\n  I don't care where you come from\n  It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\n  Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\n  Odds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some\n"},{"id":39524170,"name":"Odds & Evens (Prod. Evidence)","trackName":"Odds & Evens (Prod. Evidence)","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds and Evens","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, from the top, Cigar\nOdds & Evens, yeah, this is for you\nPick any number, it's for you\n'Cause I beat the odds and I'm gettin' even\nYeah, I hope you enjoyin' this album\nYeah, I hope you doin' what you do best\nYeah, and I hope you bangin' your motherfuckin' head right now\n\nRoll your windows up, take a ride\nIn the sixty-five degree Q-four-five\nBlowin' green stuff, bumpin' mean stuff\nMindin' my own, these squares don't mean much\nI'm on Adams, I want some J&J's\nHome fries, turkey sausage, grits and eggs\nA lemonade, now I'm good for the day\nGot rehearsal at twelve, gotta bring top shelf\nSo you know I'm faded when I'm at work\n\nYou've been to the shows, that's my best work\nAlcoholic pros, network\nLos veteranos, experts\n\nThis style's crazy, make your chest hurt\nWeak hearts feel a spark from the pepper\nI spit like a man that you never heard\nSo if you hear this style again, must be a mockingbird\nAnd you know birds could never ever fuck with lions\nIt's a small thing to a lyrical giant\n\nKiller California golden bear\nSpank Airs, new wears at the best affairs\n\nI don't care where you come from\nIt don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\nFull blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\nRest in peace Jeff, Will and Rob One\nI don't care where you come from\nIt don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\nFull blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\nOdds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some\n\nI always filter out the weakness\nMy triple crown say I won the Preakness\nThe Belmont and Kentucky Derby\nAnd all the rich chicks in the bleachers\n\nI stay clean 'cause I'm L.A\nPuttin' creases in my pants since first grade\nHad to wash mom's car every Saturday\nClean your room, vacuum, throw the trash away\nYoung killers runnin' wild like they got no moms\nAnd if they do, they moms must got some problems\nAnd if she don't, then why all the ghetto violence?\nThe kids be involved and other brothers dyin'\n\nSo me, I just observe with cool silence\nFools play victim to a mighty lion\nPlay roulette, pick red or black\nOdds & Evens any number, pick a bangin' track\nDefari bounce back, shit, that nigga never left\n\nEvidence proves what I want I can get\n\nI don't care where you come from\nIt don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\nFull blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\nRest in peace Bigga B and Rob One\nI don't care where you come from\nIt don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\nFull blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\nOdds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odds & Evens (Prod. Evidence)\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds and Evens\n  duration_ms: 199840\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, from the top, Cigar\n  Odds & Evens, yeah, this is for you\n  Pick any number, it's for you\n  'Cause I beat the odds and I'm gettin' even\n  Yeah, I hope you enjoyin' this album\n  Yeah, I hope you doin' what you do best\n  Yeah, and I hope you bangin' your motherfuckin' head right now\n\n  Roll your windows up, take a ride\n  In the sixty-five degree Q-four-five\n  Blowin' green stuff, bumpin' mean stuff\n  Mindin' my own, these squares don't mean much\n  I'm on Adams, I want some J&J's\n  Home fries, turkey sausage, grits and eggs\n  A lemonade, now I'm good for the day\n  Got rehearsal at twelve, gotta bring top shelf\n  So you know I'm faded when I'm at work\n\n  You've been to the shows, that's my best work\n  Alcoholic pros, network\n  Los veteranos, experts\n\n  This style's crazy, make your chest hurt\n  Weak hearts feel a spark from the pepper\n  I spit like a man that you never heard\n  So if you hear this style again, must be a mockingbird\n  And you know birds could never ever fuck with lions\n  It's a small thing to a lyrical giant\n\n  Killer California golden bear\n  Spank Airs, new wears at the best affairs\n\n  I don't care where you come from\n  It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\n  Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\n  Rest in peace Jeff, Will and Rob One\n  I don't care where you come from\n  It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\n  Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\n  Odds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some\n\n  I always filter out the weakness\n  My triple crown say I won the Preakness\n  The Belmont and Kentucky Derby\n  And all the rich chicks in the bleachers\n\n  I stay clean 'cause I'm L.A\n  Puttin' creases in my pants since first grade\n  Had to wash mom's car every Saturday\n  Clean your room, vacuum, throw the trash away\n  Young killers runnin' wild like they got no moms\n  And if they do, they moms must got some problems\n  And if she don't, then why all the ghetto violence?\n  The kids be involved and other brothers dyin'\n\n  So me, I just observe with cool silence\n  Fools play victim to a mighty lion\n  Play roulette, pick red or black\n  Odds & Evens any number, pick a bangin' track\n  Defari bounce back, shit, that nigga never left\n\n  Evidence proves what I want I can get\n\n  I don't care where you come from\n  It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\n  Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\n  Rest in peace Bigga B and Rob One\n  I don't care where you come from\n  It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue\n  Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns\n  Odds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some\n"},{"id":19762183,"name":"Slumpy","trackName":"Slumpy","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":244.244898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Defari + (girl))\nLook, leave me the fuck alone bitch\n\n(Oh, there you go, damn\n\"leave me the fuck alone\", \"leave me the fuck alone\"\nThat's all you cryin' nigga\nOoh, your breath stank nigga, damn, you reefin'?\nW-Why you always gotta come home drunk and shit huh, faded?\n\nLeave me the fuck alone, will ya?\n\n(Whateva nigga, you know what?\nYour eyes all red and everything...)\n\n(Chorus)\nYou always get so drunk.\n(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\nYou always come home high.\n(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\nYou always get so faded.\n(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\nYou always have red eyes.\n(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n\n(Defari)\nThe club bumps\nFaded off Remy and five blunts\nCodiac cush got me fucked up\nI'm goin' round for round, drink dark brown\nSmoke trees in a leaf that be dark brown\nLook at baby, so thick man, she dark brown\nBad bitches all around, you know it's goin' down\nI be posted at the bar like a ghetto C.E.O\nSpank T with a new jean suit from?\nSpank white Nikes... so fresh and so tight\nThe bitches wanna holla back, young and all night\nSo what do you expect when I'm out wit my niggaz\nDrink it up, smoke blunts, poppin' bitches\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Defari)\nMonday Night Football start at 6: 00\nMy fifth Hennessey at the bar with chicks\nIt's on once again, a new night, new mix\nBefore we left the crib - already finished a fifth\nMe, B Fin, Stats, and my nigga E-Swift\nFredwreck on deck with this Brazilian bitch\nAfter football we gon' hit the spot\nAfter 2: 00, after hours pop, it's on all night\nKilous spinnin' right, oh fo sho nigga\nMy nigga Kilou tight\nStop by 7-11 get another pack of blunts\nGet a 40, feel sporty, roll 'em up\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Defari)\nYou think you all presidential\nWe stay low key dippin' through the residential\nSippin' Presidente in the wet El Camino\nOn rallies, deep dish spin so simple\nHere I am with another blunt in my hand\nIt's Tuesday so we all got tall cans\nT? is at Joseph's in Hollywood\nSo many birds I've never seen lookin' so good\nIn a minute I'ma pull this hundred and spend it\nMy niggaz crowd around the bar like they all built it\nI guess we vultures in the late night club culture\nI'ma do the damn thangs that I always told you\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slumpy\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 244245\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro: Defari + (girl))\n  Look, leave me the fuck alone bitch\n\n  (Oh, there you go, damn\n  \"leave me the fuck alone\", \"leave me the fuck alone\"\n  That's all you cryin' nigga\n  Ooh, your breath stank nigga, damn, you reefin'?\n  W-Why you always gotta come home drunk and shit huh, faded?\n\n  Leave me the fuck alone, will ya?\n\n  (Whateva nigga, you know what?\n  Your eyes all red and everything...)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  You always get so drunk.\n  (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n  You always come home high.\n  (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n  You always get so faded.\n  (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n  You always have red eyes.\n  (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n\n  (Defari)\n  The club bumps\n  Faded off Remy and five blunts\n  Codiac cush got me fucked up\n  I'm goin' round for round, drink dark brown\n  Smoke trees in a leaf that be dark brown\n  Look at baby, so thick man, she dark brown\n  Bad bitches all around, you know it's goin' down\n  I be posted at the bar like a ghetto C.E.O\n  Spank T with a new jean suit from?\n  Spank white Nikes... so fresh and so tight\n  The bitches wanna holla back, young and all night\n  So what do you expect when I'm out wit my niggaz\n  Drink it up, smoke blunts, poppin' bitches\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Defari)\n  Monday Night Football start at 6: 00\n  My fifth Hennessey at the bar with chicks\n  It's on once again, a new night, new mix\n  Before we left the crib - already finished a fifth\n  Me, B Fin, Stats, and my nigga E-Swift\n  Fredwreck on deck with this Brazilian bitch\n  After football we gon' hit the spot\n  After 2: 00, after hours pop, it's on all night\n  Kilous spinnin' right, oh fo sho nigga\n  My nigga Kilou tight\n  Stop by 7-11 get another pack of blunts\n  Get a 40, feel sporty, roll 'em up\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Defari)\n  You think you all presidential\n  We stay low key dippin' through the residential\n  Sippin' Presidente in the wet El Camino\n  On rallies, deep dish spin so simple\n  Here I am with another blunt in my hand\n  It's Tuesday so we all got tall cans\n  T? is at Joseph's in Hollywood\n  So many birds I've never seen lookin' so good\n  In a minute I'ma pull this hundred and spend it\n  My niggaz crowd around the bar like they all built it\n  I guess we vultures in the late night club culture\n  I'ma do the damn thangs that I always told you\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":18427087,"name":"Behold My Life (remix)","trackName":"Behold My Life (remix)","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":245.995102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behold My Life (remix)\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 245995\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\n  My reflection is God, my shine is the sun\n  My sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\n  I'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\n  My girl she's a G cause she carried her\n  My baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\n  Fill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\n  I'll look back, say I done it, I did it\n  Man I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\n  Shit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n  (Doja, make squares lose composure)\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just mine\n  The days of our lives change in space and time\n  I break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\n  Cash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n  (Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\n  Behold my life, a DJ since '83\n  \"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\n  Made me wanna be the D to the E\n  Crowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\n  Behold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\n  The funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\n  And take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\n  The black man said, uplift your mind\n  Take a page from history and turn it into facts\n  Bush is back, watch out for the new crack\n  The streets already hot like in the '80s\n  And they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\n  So this the days of my life in L.A\n  I look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\n  Behold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\n  The life that I live is just one\n  (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\n  I told cats I work angles so precise\n  I got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\n  But I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\n  Bet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\n  Took time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\n  Babs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\n  Dip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\n  Globe Trotter, international spot rocker\n  In Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\n  Iriscience, a champion hotboxer\n  Crescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\n  They get scared when I blow my mic\n  Now prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":18716106,"name":"Take the Weight of My Hand","trackName":"Take the Weight of My Hand","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":77.453061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Defari]\nTake the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\nFor those who don't understand I do more than just right\nI do by my family man, the realness inside\nThe stress always wanna test the black men pride\nBut I be damned if I hide or I fall\nI'm too tall, I just rise stylistic\nPayback is a dogg and youse a fool if you think I'ma lose\nI'ma still toast bottles wit drev, vintallo and juice\nAnd I'ma bang over the illester beats\nDoin my thang and keep a good name out in this streets\nBreak ya neck, hook nigga, better show some respect\nAlkaholiks is the fam, a nigga's mind on his check\n\nGive your children a change without bread\nHow can they advance when they 18\nThe devil sells broken dreams\nWhy you always ask me if I play ball, all the whiteys\nIs it because of the Barron Davis jersey and new Nike's\nTake the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\nFor those who don't understand I do more than just right\nI do by my family man, the realness inside\nThe stress always wanna test the black men pride\n\n{*phone rings*}\n\n[Defari talkin]\nhold up\nhello\nman I told you!\ndamn!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take the Weight of My Hand\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 77453\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Defari]\n  Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\n  For those who don't understand I do more than just right\n  I do by my family man, the realness inside\n  The stress always wanna test the black men pride\n  But I be damned if I hide or I fall\n  I'm too tall, I just rise stylistic\n  Payback is a dogg and youse a fool if you think I'ma lose\n  I'ma still toast bottles wit drev, vintallo and juice\n  And I'ma bang over the illester beats\n  Doin my thang and keep a good name out in this streets\n  Break ya neck, hook nigga, better show some respect\n  Alkaholiks is the fam, a nigga's mind on his check\n\n  Give your children a change without bread\n  How can they advance when they 18\n  The devil sells broken dreams\n  Why you always ask me if I play ball, all the whiteys\n  Is it because of the Barron Davis jersey and new Nike's\n  Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\n  For those who don't understand I do more than just right\n  I do by my family man, the realness inside\n  The stress always wanna test the black men pride\n\n  {*phone rings*}\n\n  [Defari talkin]\n  hold up\n  hello\n  man I told you!\n  damn!\n"},{"id":18392404,"name":"Hooks","trackName":"Hooks","artistName":"DEFARI","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's all y'all hooks\nFor real.\nYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off\nYeah, my niggaz is too high off the calibur\nYeah, it's like this, check it -\n\nI got that authentic Magic so you know I gotta rock it\nBailin' down the block with a pint in my pocket - of Hennessey\nBoth eyes open for the enemy\nTake flight, ask questions last is the remedy\nListen, my status is a regular nigga\nExcept, I'm smarter than the average nigga\nListen, I've never been a following nigga\nFrom the top to the bottom y'all some bother me niggaz\nFrom - winter to autumn I'm a fatherly nigga\nGet his bread for my daughter, I'ma fatherly figure\nGo figure, y'all niggaz don't even drink hard liqour\nOn the real, y'all some Mike's Hard Lemonade niggaz\n\nYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\nIt's all y'all hooks.\nYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\nIt's all y'all hooks.\n\nI got that rookie Paul Pierce, so you know I gotta rock it\nBailin' down the block with a half in my pocket - of cush\nStraight from Fre?'s bush\nAny punk got problems then that punk get mushed\nIt's real, reelin' the feel like truck drivers, what the deal\nY'all niggaz ain't real, you duck divers\nNow you feel - Defari got a smart ass mouth\nBut you ain't Frogger's, you ain't jumpin'\nYou ain't talkin' bout nothin'\nI'm always rollin' Likwit, it's Tha Liks can you dig it?\nYou hate off top, then at the shows try to kick it\nDon't mimick this flow around your bird for a gimmick\nCause all that'll happen she'll be fiending for my?\n\nYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\nIt's all y'all hooks.\nYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\nIt's all y'all hooks.\n\nI got that killa Andre Miller, so you know I gotta rock it\nBailin' down the block, a few hundred in my sock\nThat's right, John got my line on tight\nGoatee on tight, stay in spank whites\nClowns said they wasn't feelin' me\nI've been sick of y'all hooks since last century\nRounds... of liqour for my niggaz\nPounds... of doja I told ya\nI'm awesome, simply marvelous, spectacular\nYou gotta know how hard it is\nWith every word my fist touch your chin\nHere, ease your wounds with gin\nSee a cowboy spit hard on top of?\nMake a man understand the way of righteous laws\nSee it used to be 26 lines back in the day\nNow it's 256 rhymes in my two-way\n\nYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\nIt's all y'all hooks.\nYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\nIt's all y'all hooks.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hooks\n  artist: DEFARI\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's all y'all hooks\n  For real.\n  You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off\n  Yeah, my niggaz is too high off the calibur\n  Yeah, it's like this, check it -\n\n  I got that authentic Magic so you know I gotta rock it\n  Bailin' down the block with a pint in my pocket - of Hennessey\n  Both eyes open for the enemy\n  Take flight, ask questions last is the remedy\n  Listen, my status is a regular nigga\n  Except, I'm smarter than the average nigga\n  Listen, I've never been a following nigga\n  From the top to the bottom y'all some bother me niggaz\n  From - winter to autumn I'm a fatherly nigga\n  Get his bread for my daughter, I'ma fatherly figure\n  Go figure, y'all niggaz don't even drink hard liqour\n  On the real, y'all some Mike's Hard Lemonade niggaz\n\n  You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\n  It's all y'all hooks.\n  You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\n  It's all y'all hooks.\n\n  I got that rookie Paul Pierce, so you know I gotta rock it\n  Bailin' down the block with a half in my pocket - of cush\n  Straight from Fre?'s bush\n  Any punk got problems then that punk get mushed\n  It's real, reelin' the feel like truck drivers, what the deal\n  Y'all niggaz ain't real, you duck divers\n  Now you feel - Defari got a smart ass mouth\n  But you ain't Frogger's, you ain't jumpin'\n  You ain't talkin' bout nothin'\n  I'm always rollin' Likwit, it's Tha Liks can you dig it?\n  You hate off top, then at the shows try to kick it\n  Don't mimick this flow around your bird for a gimmick\n  Cause all that'll happen she'll be fiending for my?\n\n  You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\n  It's all y'all hooks.\n  You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\n  It's all y'all hooks.\n\n  I got that killa Andre Miller, so you know I gotta rock it\n  Bailin' down the block, a few hundred in my sock\n  That's right, John got my line on tight\n  Goatee on tight, stay in spank whites\n  Clowns said they wasn't feelin' me\n  I've been sick of y'all hooks since last century\n  Rounds... of liqour for my niggaz\n  Pounds... of doja I told ya\n  I'm awesome, simply marvelous, spectacular\n  You gotta know how hard it is\n  With every word my fist touch your chin\n  Here, ease your wounds with gin\n  See a cowboy spit hard on top of?\n  Make a man understand the way of righteous laws\n  See it used to be 26 lines back in the day\n  Now it's 256 rhymes in my two-way\n\n  You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\n  It's all y'all hooks.\n  You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?\n  It's all y'all hooks.\n"},{"id":23654522,"name":"Diamonds In The Rough","trackName":"Diamonds In The Rough","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We can both be diamonds in the rough\nHandcuffed together, I'll love you forever\nFor better, for worse -\nIt's me and you against the world girl\nAgainst the world\nI met you at the City Walk\nYou so fine lil' 7-1-4\nCome here and hear this LA city talk\nMy name's Dwayne\n(My name's Veronica, I stay in Santa Ana)\nOh, I stay in Santa Monica\nYou like a glamour girl\nYou like my favorite world\nMy love at first sight\nDamn you so tight girl\nI gotta wrap it up, no time to play around\nI may never see you again\nAnd that's not goin' down\nI need you in my life, I need you in my world\nYou so much cooler than my ex-bird, word\nYeah, I think we hit it off\nI think it's meant to be\nI don't give a FUCK what\nSomebody else say to me\nWe ribbons in the sky, diamonds in the rough\nAmount of time spent with you\nI can't get enough i hustle day and night\nMy game is sealed tight\nYou my movie star girl, I'm your sunlight\nYou so tall, you got these squares scared\nYou like straight out of a magazine\nVanity Fair you got beautiful hair\nI like the way you stare at me\nYou stare, like you own this D-IC-shhh\nAnd that's the way I feel\nMy love is deep and real\nI wanna get you that load and\nThat house on the hill\nVero, you my angel in a lost city\nYou're the goodness that shines\nThrough the nitty gritty\nI know I'm not perfect, in a wicked city -\nWhere men kill\nBut tourists feel is so pretty\nI'm grown man with mine\nYou extra fine with yours\nI'll miss you to death\nEspecially when I'm on tours\nSo hug my pillow tight, smile and never cry\nAnd know there's only one love for Defari\nSo hug my pillow tight girl\nSmile and never cry\nAnd know there's only one yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds In The Rough\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We can both be diamonds in the rough\n  Handcuffed together, I'll love you forever\n  For better, for worse -\n  It's me and you against the world girl\n  Against the world\n  I met you at the City Walk\n  You so fine lil' 7-1-4\n  Come here and hear this LA city talk\n  My name's Dwayne\n  (My name's Veronica, I stay in Santa Ana)\n  Oh, I stay in Santa Monica\n  You like a glamour girl\n  You like my favorite world\n  My love at first sight\n  Damn you so tight girl\n  I gotta wrap it up, no time to play around\n  I may never see you again\n  And that's not goin' down\n  I need you in my life, I need you in my world\n  You so much cooler than my ex-bird, word\n  Yeah, I think we hit it off\n  I think it's meant to be\n  I don't give a FUCK what\n  Somebody else say to me\n  We ribbons in the sky, diamonds in the rough\n  Amount of time spent with you\n  I can't get enough i hustle day and night\n  My game is sealed tight\n  You my movie star girl, I'm your sunlight\n  You so tall, you got these squares scared\n  You like straight out of a magazine\n  Vanity Fair you got beautiful hair\n  I like the way you stare at me\n  You stare, like you own this D-IC-shhh\n  And that's the way I feel\n  My love is deep and real\n  I wanna get you that load and\n  That house on the hill\n  Vero, you my angel in a lost city\n  You're the goodness that shines\n  Through the nitty gritty\n  I know I'm not perfect, in a wicked city -\n  Where men kill\n  But tourists feel is so pretty\n  I'm grown man with mine\n  You extra fine with yours\n  I'll miss you to death\n  Especially when I'm on tours\n  So hug my pillow tight, smile and never cry\n  And know there's only one love for Defari\n  So hug my pillow tight girl\n  Smile and never cry\n  And know there's only one yeah\n"},{"id":24428525,"name":"Behold My Life (remix)","trackName":"Behold My Life (remix)","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":243.967125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behold My Life (remix)\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 243967\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\n  My reflection is God, my shine is the sun\n  My sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\n  I'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\n  My girl she's a G cause she carried her\n  My baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\n  Fill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\n  I'll look back, say I done it, I did it\n  Man I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\n  Shit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n  (Doja, make squares lose composure)\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just mine\n  The days of our lives change in space and time\n  I break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\n  Cash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n  (Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\n  Behold my life, a DJ since '83\n  \"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\n  Made me wanna be the D to the E\n  Crowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\n  Behold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\n  The funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\n  And take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\n  The black man said, uplift your mind\n  Take a page from history and turn it into facts\n  Bush is back, watch out for the new crack\n  The streets already hot like in the '80s\n  And they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\n  So this the days of my life in L.A\n  I look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\n  Behold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\n  The life that I live is just one\n  (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\n  I told cats I work angles so precise\n  I got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\n  But I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\n  Bet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\n  Took time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\n  Babs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\n  Dip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\n  Globe Trotter, international spot rocker\n  In Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\n  Iriscience, a champion hotboxer\n  Crescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\n  They get scared when I blow my mic\n  Now prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":10535667,"name":"Spell My Name","trackName":"Spell My Name","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Defari)\nI - fell from the sun with a fire tongue\nBurned a thousand beats, now I'm wanted for fifty tons -\nOf RAW, pure, uncut dope\nMy rhymes are Columbian coke, lethal choke\nI - shake up the streets, the earthquake\n3-1-0 King, yeah that nigga ill with wordplay\nNOW - straight to the top\nGrind, double flip, stack chip... stay away from the cops\nWHY? - they hate us, they're the worst of devils\nThe Romans hated Jesus like the police treat us\nGAME - that's all that I got to give\nA lot of artists don't deserve a full right scholarship\nTo this GAME, a lot can be figured out\nI think to myself why you drink whiskey and Guiness stout\nWho's to BLAME? - it's the cowboy in me mane\nJoy and pain, make sure you get it right, spell my name\n\n(Chorus)\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-\nCome on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\n\n(Defari)\nI - came in the game, flossed the royal name\nDropped +Focused Daily+ now I'm wanted for more of the same\nPURE, raw, supreme level flows\nTwenty-four carrot gold, look and behold\nI - beat the Los Angeles streets for heat\nTravel fifty states, burn crowds like cooked meat\nFIRE - explosive material\nI shot you in the ear, but you don't hear me though\nNow your MINE - I walk with the best of them\nTalk with the best of them, fuck all the rest of them\nTake your TIME - young man with big plans, we advance\nPut the cash in my hand man, I ain't fuckin' playin'\nNOW - how you like me chump?\nCome through your town and I'll fuck shit up\nNow the cars all POUND - cause my CD bump\nIn the streets like, \"Yeah, that nigga Herut rough\"\nSpell my name\n\n(Chorus)\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-\nCome on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\n\n(Defari)\nI - shook up the world, parted the sea\nAlways felt like Muhammed Ali\nProud and BLACK\nRed and green, the flag of a nation of millions\nThey can't hold us back, oh it's like that?\nPace the room like a Five-Star General\nHoldin' on to that weak shit, man let it go\nNOW - I've been sent to ease all your misery\nIt's official, I'ma lead you through the new century\nWOW! - Wow is right\nYou're in safe hands with? Alstate? when I grab the mic\nBreak WIDE - lose all sight\nThe pit's goin' crazy, it's bananas tonight\nThey must want MY - public opinion\nAttention, attention, all those who's listening\nThe man gets DOWN -\nHold your position, dump ammunition\nAgain I must mention, spell my name\n\n(Chorus)\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-\nCome on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-I","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spell My Name\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Defari)\n  I - fell from the sun with a fire tongue\n  Burned a thousand beats, now I'm wanted for fifty tons -\n  Of RAW, pure, uncut dope\n  My rhymes are Columbian coke, lethal choke\n  I - shake up the streets, the earthquake\n  3-1-0 King, yeah that nigga ill with wordplay\n  NOW - straight to the top\n  Grind, double flip, stack chip... stay away from the cops\n  WHY? - they hate us, they're the worst of devils\n  The Romans hated Jesus like the police treat us\n  GAME - that's all that I got to give\n  A lot of artists don't deserve a full right scholarship\n  To this GAME, a lot can be figured out\n  I think to myself why you drink whiskey and Guiness stout\n  Who's to BLAME? - it's the cowboy in me mane\n  Joy and pain, make sure you get it right, spell my name\n\n  (Chorus)\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-\n  Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n\n  (Defari)\n  I - came in the game, flossed the royal name\n  Dropped +Focused Daily+ now I'm wanted for more of the same\n  PURE, raw, supreme level flows\n  Twenty-four carrot gold, look and behold\n  I - beat the Los Angeles streets for heat\n  Travel fifty states, burn crowds like cooked meat\n  FIRE - explosive material\n  I shot you in the ear, but you don't hear me though\n  Now your MINE - I walk with the best of them\n  Talk with the best of them, fuck all the rest of them\n  Take your TIME - young man with big plans, we advance\n  Put the cash in my hand man, I ain't fuckin' playin'\n  NOW - how you like me chump?\n  Come through your town and I'll fuck shit up\n  Now the cars all POUND - cause my CD bump\n  In the streets like, \"Yeah, that nigga Herut rough\"\n  Spell my name\n\n  (Chorus)\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-\n  Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n\n  (Defari)\n  I - shook up the world, parted the sea\n  Always felt like Muhammed Ali\n  Proud and BLACK\n  Red and green, the flag of a nation of millions\n  They can't hold us back, oh it's like that?\n  Pace the room like a Five-Star General\n  Holdin' on to that weak shit, man let it go\n  NOW - I've been sent to ease all your misery\n  It's official, I'ma lead you through the new century\n  WOW! - Wow is right\n  You're in safe hands with? Alstate? when I grab the mic\n  Break WIDE - lose all sight\n  The pit's goin' crazy, it's bananas tonight\n  They must want MY - public opinion\n  Attention, attention, all those who's listening\n  The man gets DOWN -\n  Hold your position, dump ammunition\n  Again I must mention, spell my name\n\n  (Chorus)\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-\n  Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-I\n"},{"id":10535668,"name":"Take the Weight of My Hand","trackName":"Take the Weight of My Hand","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":75.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Defari]\nTake the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\nFor those who don't understand I do more than just right\nI do by my family man, the realness inside\nThe stress always wanna test the black men pride\nBut I be damned if I hide or I fall\nI'm too tall, I just rise stylistic\nPayback is a dogg and youse a fool if you think I'ma lose\nI'ma still toast bottles wit drev, vintallo and juice\nAnd I'ma bang over the illester beats\nDoin my thang and keep a good name out in this streets\nBreak ya neck, hook nigga, better show some respect\nAlkaholiks is the fam, a nigga's mind on his check\n\nGive your children a change without bread\nHow can they advance when they 18\nThe devil sells broken dreams\nWhy you always ask me if I play ball, all the whiteys\nIs it because of the Barron Davis jersey and new Nike's\nTake the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\nFor those who don't understand I do more than just right\nI do by my family man, the realness inside\nThe stress always wanna test the black men pride\n\n{*phone rings*}\n\n[Defari talkin]\nhold up\nhello\nman I told you!\ndamn!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take the Weight of My Hand\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 75000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Defari]\n  Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\n  For those who don't understand I do more than just right\n  I do by my family man, the realness inside\n  The stress always wanna test the black men pride\n  But I be damned if I hide or I fall\n  I'm too tall, I just rise stylistic\n  Payback is a dogg and youse a fool if you think I'ma lose\n  I'ma still toast bottles wit drev, vintallo and juice\n  And I'ma bang over the illester beats\n  Doin my thang and keep a good name out in this streets\n  Break ya neck, hook nigga, better show some respect\n  Alkaholiks is the fam, a nigga's mind on his check\n\n  Give your children a change without bread\n  How can they advance when they 18\n  The devil sells broken dreams\n  Why you always ask me if I play ball, all the whiteys\n  Is it because of the Barron Davis jersey and new Nike's\n  Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\n  For those who don't understand I do more than just right\n  I do by my family man, the realness inside\n  The stress always wanna test the black men pride\n\n  {*phone rings*}\n\n  [Defari talkin]\n  hold up\n  hello\n  man I told you!\n  damn!\n"},{"id":12333321,"name":"Cold Pieces","trackName":"Cold Pieces","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Defari)\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\nSo many... THERE'S SO MANY\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\n1, 2, 3 -\n\nWomen with ass, who do I rush?\nWho do I ask, who can I trust?\nWho has class, where can I bust?\nCan it last past 2, 3, 4, 5, 6\nChicks with hips, sexy ass lips\nLickin' they lips, lickin' my drick\nAss is so thick, wiggle that shit\nBounce it real quick, picture that shit\nDamn there go 7, 8, 9\nWomen so fine, finer than dimes\nFiner than the coldest in the golden of olden times\nFiner than fine in L.A., happens all the time\nMatter of fact there go 10, 11, 12\nTwelve of the most top-shelf bad bitches on earth, who else?\nYou gotta pop a collar, the super scholar\nAll proper holler, know that -\n\n(Chorus)\n(THERE'S SO MANY)\nSo many bad women in L.A\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\nSo many bad women\n(THERE'S SO MANY)\nSo many bad women in L.A\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\nSo many bad women\n(ALL TOP-NOTCH)\n\n(Defari)\nCome to L.A. and compete\nThe baddest women in the world feel like lunch meat\nCompared to our everyday girl with pretty feet, soft skin, pretty eyes\n(THERE'S SO MANY) - tanned with ass and titties\nLegs so fine, face so pretty\nHair like \"uh-huh\", walk like \"what?\"\nShe keep passin' me by - never\n(I STEP UP) and tell her that \"I like your jeans\"\nTurn around girl, let me see what's happening\nYou so pretty, smile like a diamond gleam\nYou so pretty, I gotta tell you (WHAT'S UP WITH US)\nBut once again, who can I trust?\nWhen can I bust?, there's some things we gotta discuss\nShe brought a friend, damn her friend's finer than her\nMiraculous, Los Angeles\n\n(Chorus)\n(THERE'S SO MANY)\nSo many bad women in L.A\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\nSo many bad women\n(THERE'S SO MANY)\nSo many bad women in L.A\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\nSo many fine women\n(THERE'S SO MANY)\nSo many bad women in L.A\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\nSo many fine women\n(THERE'S SO MANY)\nSo many bad women in L.A\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\nSo many fine women\n(THERE'S SO MANY)\nSo many fine women in L.A\nSo many cold pieces in L.A\nSo many fine women\n(THERE'S SO MANY)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cold Pieces\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Defari)\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  So many... THERE'S SO MANY\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  1, 2, 3 -\n\n  Women with ass, who do I rush?\n  Who do I ask, who can I trust?\n  Who has class, where can I bust?\n  Can it last past 2, 3, 4, 5, 6\n  Chicks with hips, sexy ass lips\n  Lickin' they lips, lickin' my drick\n  Ass is so thick, wiggle that shit\n  Bounce it real quick, picture that shit\n  Damn there go 7, 8, 9\n  Women so fine, finer than dimes\n  Finer than the coldest in the golden of olden times\n  Finer than fine in L.A., happens all the time\n  Matter of fact there go 10, 11, 12\n  Twelve of the most top-shelf bad bitches on earth, who else?\n  You gotta pop a collar, the super scholar\n  All proper holler, know that -\n\n  (Chorus)\n  (THERE'S SO MANY)\n  So many bad women in L.A\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  So many bad women\n  (THERE'S SO MANY)\n  So many bad women in L.A\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  So many bad women\n  (ALL TOP-NOTCH)\n\n  (Defari)\n  Come to L.A. and compete\n  The baddest women in the world feel like lunch meat\n  Compared to our everyday girl with pretty feet, soft skin, pretty eyes\n  (THERE'S SO MANY) - tanned with ass and titties\n  Legs so fine, face so pretty\n  Hair like \"uh-huh\", walk like \"what?\"\n  She keep passin' me by - never\n  (I STEP UP) and tell her that \"I like your jeans\"\n  Turn around girl, let me see what's happening\n  You so pretty, smile like a diamond gleam\n  You so pretty, I gotta tell you (WHAT'S UP WITH US)\n  But once again, who can I trust?\n  When can I bust?, there's some things we gotta discuss\n  She brought a friend, damn her friend's finer than her\n  Miraculous, Los Angeles\n\n  (Chorus)\n  (THERE'S SO MANY)\n  So many bad women in L.A\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  So many bad women\n  (THERE'S SO MANY)\n  So many bad women in L.A\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  So many fine women\n  (THERE'S SO MANY)\n  So many bad women in L.A\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  So many fine women\n  (THERE'S SO MANY)\n  So many bad women in L.A\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  So many fine women\n  (THERE'S SO MANY)\n  So many fine women in L.A\n  So many cold pieces in L.A\n  So many fine women\n  (THERE'S SO MANY)\n"},{"id":12335200,"name":"Pick a Number","trackName":"Pick a Number","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh boy, so this what you been waitin' for huh?\nWell here he is\n\n(Defari)\nI'm off the chain\nLike runaway slaves with gauges\nMy life had to change, so I broke through the cages\nFaced the nation, lyrics for you shitty critics\nBottle of whiskey, you stressed man Herut be sippin' it\nOpen the gates, get it on don't hesitate\nStompin' like King Kong nigga, from the Golden State\nHoldin' weight in the Pacific-10 Conference\nYou fuckin' wit Defari man, you fuckin' wit a monster\nBig rhymes, big shows, big sponsors\nSo big, sometimes I think my name is Swanson\nBut it's not, it's O.G. Dwayne Johnson\nWith diamond cut rhymes that be costin' when I floss 'em\nI beat the papers and the blocks for new stocks\nA blue faced watch, full of rocks and new socks\nAnd new draws, Big Daddy like Lou?\nThe style that I kick move shit like U-Haul\nI'm givin' back what you lack, and that's that\nThese square niggaz wack, look at that, and that's that\nLos Angeles, see a fake dude, dismantle him\nSnatch him off his high horse of course de-saddle him\nWhy battle him? this nigga silly, geeky, garbage\nPrankster and fool I drop a jewel of knowledge\nWent to school through college, a? abolish\nDefari, a cold guy with a style that's polished\nLike Sepulveda and Venice car wash\nThe street star stop, blow a blunt\nGame's choppin', tall cans pop\nI beat the streets and the blocks where birds flock\nThese pretty little bitches wanna jump and bump cocks\nSo four fingers up - make sure the two's cross (West Coast!)\nThe West Coast gotta make room for a new boss\n\nOdds & Evens huh?\nDefari, the new ablum huh?\nAye, give us some more, can ya?\n\n(Defari)\nToss around your mind when I rhyme\nAdvance with killer lines, come and get it it's dinner time\nThey hungry for more and more words that I spit\nFrom ex-tended clip, with an AK-47 back kick\nBack flip quick from multiple hits you bastard\nYou've entered a world of a nigga who came to smash it\nI've had it up to here with you silly cats\nI'm twistin' a Philly bat, and sportin' a new L.A. fitted cap\nA tall can, leave me alone with your small plans\nI'm holdin' a family, you a small man little kid\nYou just a little big, I be wit official niggs\nSee basically you not built for this\nSee I be killin' these streets\nLike big trucks on 22's, and 21's, plenty rum the style that I use\nTwenty tons, many guns - collapse your flimsy lungs\nFlimsy tongue, y'all relic niggaz done\n\nDefari you somethin' else baby\nI can't wait to hear the rest\nOdds & Evens baby.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick a Number\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh boy, so this what you been waitin' for huh?\n  Well here he is\n\n  (Defari)\n  I'm off the chain\n  Like runaway slaves with gauges\n  My life had to change, so I broke through the cages\n  Faced the nation, lyrics for you shitty critics\n  Bottle of whiskey, you stressed man Herut be sippin' it\n  Open the gates, get it on don't hesitate\n  Stompin' like King Kong nigga, from the Golden State\n  Holdin' weight in the Pacific-10 Conference\n  You fuckin' wit Defari man, you fuckin' wit a monster\n  Big rhymes, big shows, big sponsors\n  So big, sometimes I think my name is Swanson\n  But it's not, it's O.G. Dwayne Johnson\n  With diamond cut rhymes that be costin' when I floss 'em\n  I beat the papers and the blocks for new stocks\n  A blue faced watch, full of rocks and new socks\n  And new draws, Big Daddy like Lou?\n  The style that I kick move shit like U-Haul\n  I'm givin' back what you lack, and that's that\n  These square niggaz wack, look at that, and that's that\n  Los Angeles, see a fake dude, dismantle him\n  Snatch him off his high horse of course de-saddle him\n  Why battle him? this nigga silly, geeky, garbage\n  Prankster and fool I drop a jewel of knowledge\n  Went to school through college, a? abolish\n  Defari, a cold guy with a style that's polished\n  Like Sepulveda and Venice car wash\n  The street star stop, blow a blunt\n  Game's choppin', tall cans pop\n  I beat the streets and the blocks where birds flock\n  These pretty little bitches wanna jump and bump cocks\n  So four fingers up - make sure the two's cross (West Coast!)\n  The West Coast gotta make room for a new boss\n\n  Odds & Evens huh?\n  Defari, the new ablum huh?\n  Aye, give us some more, can ya?\n\n  (Defari)\n  Toss around your mind when I rhyme\n  Advance with killer lines, come and get it it's dinner time\n  They hungry for more and more words that I spit\n  From ex-tended clip, with an AK-47 back kick\n  Back flip quick from multiple hits you bastard\n  You've entered a world of a nigga who came to smash it\n  I've had it up to here with you silly cats\n  I'm twistin' a Philly bat, and sportin' a new L.A. fitted cap\n  A tall can, leave me alone with your small plans\n  I'm holdin' a family, you a small man little kid\n  You just a little big, I be wit official niggs\n  See basically you not built for this\n  See I be killin' these streets\n  Like big trucks on 22's, and 21's, plenty rum the style that I use\n  Twenty tons, many guns - collapse your flimsy lungs\n  Flimsy tongue, y'all relic niggaz done\n\n  Defari you somethin' else baby\n  I can't wait to hear the rest\n  Odds & Evens baby.\n"},{"id":12172454,"name":"Behold My life (REMIX) Featuring Dilated Peoples","trackName":"Behold My life (REMIX) Featuring Dilated Peoples","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... 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Phil Da Agony)\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds and Evens\n  duration_ms: 223478\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Phil Da Agony)\n\n  Es muy bueno!\n\n  (Defari)\n  It's Friday night... I call up B Fin\n  I'ma fly by with the Henn\n  He on deck with a zone of cush\n  I'm fresh off a car wash, it feels good to push -\n  The Q through the innercity\n  I'm on the telephone blowin' this last blitty\n  Streets filled with rims, chicks on the dick\n  Stoppin' at the stop light, holla real quick!\n  It's on tonight.\n  I +Phil Da Agony+ in every last drink that I take (that's right)\n  We high stakes, do it big like Bill Gates\n  I only know a chosen few to rest his real fate\n  Dilated's at the House of Blues, we doin' it this\n  The bird's who see me don't choose they losin' it\n  Double L mean low lands, that's one to grow on\n  She said she played music, I gave her somethin' to blow on\n\n  (Chorus) - 2X\n  We stay bubblin'\n  Money makin' hitters, stay hustlin'\n  We stay bubblin'\n  From the East to the South\n  To the beach here we reach, where we reach\n\n  (Phil Da Agony)\n  Critically acclaimed, spit it to you simple and plain\n  It's like acid rain fallin' on your brain\n  Blame it on the man in the booth\n  We bring understanding to you\n  And show you what the proper plan to do\n  Phil Da Agony and Defari Herut, you can see it engraved\n  If you look close - the Golden Statue\n  So don't think, givin' a nigga money\n  And stringin' him along with twenties\n  We see through y'all, niggaz is funny\n  Heart and hustle, overcame talent and luck\n  I spread love, cause most of y'all hate - violent as fuck\n  I had to go through it to pursue it as a career\n  Back then when I was practicing in front of the mirror\n  Blunt in my ear, blunted out, rhyme of the year\n  It's time for a beer, crack it open, back to my chair\n  Contracts holdin' me back - to commitments\n  Product comin' in by the shipments\n  It's time to make a difference\n\n  (Chorus) - 2X\n\n  (Defari)\n  Gold cuffs, diamond earrings\n  Drink up, you wasn't hearing me\n  Gold watch, diamond cut pinky ring\n  Drink up, we do this yearly\n  Break bread, blow trees, take head - for free\n  No cheese, 40's of Olde E, no diddle\n  Just a little Goose and cran for these brittles\n\n  (Phil Da Agony)\n  Aiyyo we bubble out, we double our clout\n  Hit the club and be out -\n  We veterans at this, scrubbin' you out\n  Born to make music, match all my melodies\n  I don't believe NONE of these bitches, they keep tellin' me\n  Call 'em how I see 'em -\n  Niggaz'll hold back on podium\n  Then try to put a record out to free him, release him\n  I'm wide awake, migraine headache, food on my plate\n  You need real estate's to get the estates, nigga\n\n  (Chorus) - 4X\n"},{"id":10647816,"name":"Pick A Number (Prod. Evidence)","trackName":"Pick A Number (Prod. Evidence)","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds and Evens","duration":144.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh boy, so this what you been waitin' for huh?\nWell here he is\n\n(Defari)\nI'm off the chain\nLike runaway slaves with gauges\nMy life had to change, so I broke through the cages\nFaced the nation, lyrics for you shitty critics\nBottle of whiskey, you stressed man Herut be sippin' it\nOpen the gates, get it on don't hesitate\nStompin' like King Kong nigga, from the Golden State\nHoldin' weight in the Pacific-10 Conference\nYou fuckin' wit Defari man, you fuckin' wit a monster\nBig rhymes, big shows, big sponsors\nSo big, sometimes I think my name is Swanson\nBut it's not, it's O.G. Dwayne Johnson\nWith diamond cut rhymes that be costin' when I floss 'em\nI beat the papers and the blocks for new stocks\nA blue faced watch, full of rocks and new socks\nAnd new draws, Big Daddy like Lou?\nThe style that I kick move shit like U-Haul\nI'm givin' back what you lack, and that's that\nThese square niggaz wack, look at that, and that's that\nLos Angeles, see a fake dude, dismantle him\nSnatch him off his high horse of course de-saddle him\nWhy battle him? this nigga silly, geeky, garbage\nPrankster and fool I drop a jewel of knowledge\nWent to school through college, a? abolish\nDefari, a cold guy with a style that's polished\nLike Sepulveda and Venice car wash\nThe street star stop, blow a blunt\nGame's choppin', tall cans pop\nI beat the streets and the blocks where birds flock\nThese pretty little bitches wanna jump and bump cocks\nSo four fingers up - make sure the two's cross (West Coast!)\nThe West Coast gotta make room for a new boss\n\nOdds & Evens huh?\nDefari, the new ablum huh?\nAye, give us some more, can ya?\n\n(Defari)\nToss around your mind when I rhyme\nAdvance with killer lines, come and get it it's dinner time\nThey hungry for more and more words that I spit\nFrom ex-tended clip, with an AK-47 back kick\nBack flip quick from multiple hits you bastard\nYou've entered a world of a nigga who came to smash it\nI've had it up to here with you silly cats\nI'm twistin' a Philly bat, and sportin' a new L.A. fitted cap\nA tall can, leave me alone with your small plans\nI'm holdin' a family, you a small man little kid\nYou just a little big, I be wit official niggs\nSee basically you not built for this\nSee I be killin' these streets\nLike big trucks on 22's, and 21's, plenty rum the style that I use\nTwenty tons, many guns - collapse your flimsy lungs\nFlimsy tongue, y'all relic niggaz done\n\nDefari you somethin' else baby\nI can't wait to hear the rest\nOdds & Evens baby.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick A Number (Prod. Evidence)\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds and Evens\n  duration_ms: 144000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh boy, so this what you been waitin' for huh?\n  Well here he is\n\n  (Defari)\n  I'm off the chain\n  Like runaway slaves with gauges\n  My life had to change, so I broke through the cages\n  Faced the nation, lyrics for you shitty critics\n  Bottle of whiskey, you stressed man Herut be sippin' it\n  Open the gates, get it on don't hesitate\n  Stompin' like King Kong nigga, from the Golden State\n  Holdin' weight in the Pacific-10 Conference\n  You fuckin' wit Defari man, you fuckin' wit a monster\n  Big rhymes, big shows, big sponsors\n  So big, sometimes I think my name is Swanson\n  But it's not, it's O.G. Dwayne Johnson\n  With diamond cut rhymes that be costin' when I floss 'em\n  I beat the papers and the blocks for new stocks\n  A blue faced watch, full of rocks and new socks\n  And new draws, Big Daddy like Lou?\n  The style that I kick move shit like U-Haul\n  I'm givin' back what you lack, and that's that\n  These square niggaz wack, look at that, and that's that\n  Los Angeles, see a fake dude, dismantle him\n  Snatch him off his high horse of course de-saddle him\n  Why battle him? this nigga silly, geeky, garbage\n  Prankster and fool I drop a jewel of knowledge\n  Went to school through college, a? abolish\n  Defari, a cold guy with a style that's polished\n  Like Sepulveda and Venice car wash\n  The street star stop, blow a blunt\n  Game's choppin', tall cans pop\n  I beat the streets and the blocks where birds flock\n  These pretty little bitches wanna jump and bump cocks\n  So four fingers up - make sure the two's cross (West Coast!)\n  The West Coast gotta make room for a new boss\n\n  Odds & Evens huh?\n  Defari, the new ablum huh?\n  Aye, give us some more, can ya?\n\n  (Defari)\n  Toss around your mind when I rhyme\n  Advance with killer lines, come and get it it's dinner time\n  They hungry for more and more words that I spit\n  From ex-tended clip, with an AK-47 back kick\n  Back flip quick from multiple hits you bastard\n  You've entered a world of a nigga who came to smash it\n  I've had it up to here with you silly cats\n  I'm twistin' a Philly bat, and sportin' a new L.A. fitted cap\n  A tall can, leave me alone with your small plans\n  I'm holdin' a family, you a small man little kid\n  You just a little big, I be wit official niggs\n  See basically you not built for this\n  See I be killin' these streets\n  Like big trucks on 22's, and 21's, plenty rum the style that I use\n  Twenty tons, many guns - collapse your flimsy lungs\n  Flimsy tongue, y'all relic niggaz done\n\n  Defari you somethin' else baby\n  I can't wait to hear the rest\n  Odds & Evens baby.\n"},{"id":10653321,"name":"Take the Weight of My Hand","trackName":"Take the Weight of My Hand","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds and Evens","duration":77.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Defari]\nTake the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\nFor those who don't understand I do more than just right\nI do by my family man, the realness inside\nThe stress always wanna test the black men pride\nBut I be damned if I hide or I fall\nI'm too tall, I just rise stylistic\nPayback is a dogg and youse a fool if you think I'ma lose\nI'ma still toast bottles wit drev, vintallo and juice\nAnd I'ma bang over the illester beats\nDoin my thang and keep a good name out in this streets\nBreak ya neck, hook nigga, better show some respect\nAlkaholiks is the fam, a nigga's mind on his check\n\nGive your children a change without bread\nHow can they advance when they 18\nThe devil sells broken dreams\nWhy you always ask me if I play ball, all the whiteys\nIs it because of the Barron Davis jersey and new Nike's\nTake the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\nFor those who don't understand I do more than just right\nI do by my family man, the realness inside\nThe stress always wanna test the black men pride\n\n{*phone rings*}\n\n[Defari talkin]\nhold up\nhello\nman I told you!\ndamn!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take the Weight of My Hand\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds and Evens\n  duration_ms: 77000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Defari]\n  Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\n  For those who don't understand I do more than just right\n  I do by my family man, the realness inside\n  The stress always wanna test the black men pride\n  But I be damned if I hide or I fall\n  I'm too tall, I just rise stylistic\n  Payback is a dogg and youse a fool if you think I'ma lose\n  I'ma still toast bottles wit drev, vintallo and juice\n  And I'ma bang over the illester beats\n  Doin my thang and keep a good name out in this streets\n  Break ya neck, hook nigga, better show some respect\n  Alkaholiks is the fam, a nigga's mind on his check\n\n  Give your children a change without bread\n  How can they advance when they 18\n  The devil sells broken dreams\n  Why you always ask me if I play ball, all the whiteys\n  Is it because of the Barron Davis jersey and new Nike's\n  Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life\n  For those who don't understand I do more than just right\n  I do by my family man, the realness inside\n  The stress always wanna test the black men pride\n\n  {*phone rings*}\n\n  [Defari talkin]\n  hold up\n  hello\n  man I told you!\n  damn!\n"},{"id":10651097,"name":"Slumpy","trackName":"Slumpy","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds and Evens","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Defari + (girl))\nLook, leave me the fuck alone bitch\n\n(Oh, there you go, damn\n\"leave me the fuck alone\", \"leave me the fuck alone\"\nThat's all you cryin' nigga\nOoh, your breath stank nigga, damn, you reefin'?\nW-Why you always gotta come home drunk and shit huh, faded?\n\nLeave me the fuck alone, will ya?\n\n(Whateva nigga, you know what?\nYour eyes all red and everything...)\n\n(Chorus)\nYou always get so drunk.\n(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\nYou always come home high.\n(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\nYou always get so faded.\n(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\nYou always have red eyes.\n(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n\n(Defari)\nThe club bumps\nFaded off Remy and five blunts\nCodiac cush got me fucked up\nI'm goin' round for round, drink dark brown\nSmoke trees in a leaf that be dark brown\nLook at baby, so thick man, she dark brown\nBad bitches all around, you know it's goin' down\nI be posted at the bar like a ghetto C.E.O\nSpank T with a new jean suit from?\nSpank white Nikes... so fresh and so tight\nThe bitches wanna holla back, young and all night\nSo what do you expect when I'm out wit my niggaz\nDrink it up, smoke blunts, poppin' bitches\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Defari)\nMonday Night Football start at 6: 00\nMy fifth Hennessey at the bar with chicks\nIt's on once again, a new night, new mix\nBefore we left the crib - already finished a fifth\nMe, B Fin, Stats, and my nigga E-Swift\nFredwreck on deck with this Brazilian bitch\nAfter football we gon' hit the spot\nAfter 2: 00, after hours pop, it's on all night\nKilous spinnin' right, oh fo sho nigga\nMy nigga Kilou tight\nStop by 7-11 get another pack of blunts\nGet a 40, feel sporty, roll 'em up\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Defari)\nYou think you all presidential\nWe stay low key dippin' through the residential\nSippin' Presidente in the wet El Camino\nOn rallies, deep dish spin so simple\nHere I am with another blunt in my hand\nIt's Tuesday so we all got tall cans\nT? is at Joseph's in Hollywood\nSo many birds I've never seen lookin' so good\nIn a minute I'ma pull this hundred and spend it\nMy niggaz crowd around the bar like they all built it\nI guess we vultures in the late night club culture\nI'ma do the damn thangs that I always told you\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slumpy\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds and Evens\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro: Defari + (girl))\n  Look, leave me the fuck alone bitch\n\n  (Oh, there you go, damn\n  \"leave me the fuck alone\", \"leave me the fuck alone\"\n  That's all you cryin' nigga\n  Ooh, your breath stank nigga, damn, you reefin'?\n  W-Why you always gotta come home drunk and shit huh, faded?\n\n  Leave me the fuck alone, will ya?\n\n  (Whateva nigga, you know what?\n  Your eyes all red and everything...)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  You always get so drunk.\n  (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n  You always come home high.\n  (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n  You always get so faded.\n  (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n  You always have red eyes.\n  (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)\n\n  (Defari)\n  The club bumps\n  Faded off Remy and five blunts\n  Codiac cush got me fucked up\n  I'm goin' round for round, drink dark brown\n  Smoke trees in a leaf that be dark brown\n  Look at baby, so thick man, she dark brown\n  Bad bitches all around, you know it's goin' down\n  I be posted at the bar like a ghetto C.E.O\n  Spank T with a new jean suit from?\n  Spank white Nikes... so fresh and so tight\n  The bitches wanna holla back, young and all night\n  So what do you expect when I'm out wit my niggaz\n  Drink it up, smoke blunts, poppin' bitches\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Defari)\n  Monday Night Football start at 6: 00\n  My fifth Hennessey at the bar with chicks\n  It's on once again, a new night, new mix\n  Before we left the crib - already finished a fifth\n  Me, B Fin, Stats, and my nigga E-Swift\n  Fredwreck on deck with this Brazilian bitch\n  After football we gon' hit the spot\n  After 2: 00, after hours pop, it's on all night\n  Kilous spinnin' right, oh fo sho nigga\n  My nigga Kilou tight\n  Stop by 7-11 get another pack of blunts\n  Get a 40, feel sporty, roll 'em up\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Defari)\n  You think you all presidential\n  We stay low key dippin' through the residential\n  Sippin' Presidente in the wet El Camino\n  On rallies, deep dish spin so simple\n  Here I am with another blunt in my hand\n  It's Tuesday so we all got tall cans\n  T? is at Joseph's in Hollywood\n  So many birds I've never seen lookin' so good\n  In a minute I'ma pull this hundred and spend it\n  My niggaz crowd around the bar like they all built it\n  I guess we vultures in the late night club culture\n  I'ma do the damn thangs that I always told you\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":10651690,"name":"Spell My Name (Prod. Evidence)","trackName":"Spell My Name (Prod. Evidence)","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds and Evens","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Defari)\nI - fell from the sun with a fire tongue\nBurned a thousand beats, now I'm wanted for fifty tons -\nOf RAW, pure, uncut dope\nMy rhymes are Columbian coke, lethal choke\nI - shake up the streets, the earthquake\n3-1-0 King, yeah that nigga ill with wordplay\nNOW - straight to the top\nGrind, double flip, stack chip... stay away from the cops\nWHY? - they hate us, they're the worst of devils\nThe Romans hated Jesus like the police treat us\nGAME - that's all that I got to give\nA lot of artists don't deserve a full right scholarship\nTo this GAME, a lot can be figured out\nI think to myself why you drink whiskey and Guiness stout\nWho's to BLAME? - it's the cowboy in me mane\nJoy and pain, make sure you get it right, spell my name\n\n(Chorus)\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-\nCome on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\n\n(Defari)\nI - came in the game, flossed the royal name\nDropped +Focused Daily+ now I'm wanted for more of the same\nPURE, raw, supreme level flows\nTwenty-four carrot gold, look and behold\nI - beat the Los Angeles streets for heat\nTravel fifty states, burn crowds like cooked meat\nFIRE - explosive material\nI shot you in the ear, but you don't hear me though\nNow your MINE - I walk with the best of them\nTalk with the best of them, fuck all the rest of them\nTake your TIME - young man with big plans, we advance\nPut the cash in my hand man, I ain't fuckin' playin'\nNOW - how you like me chump?\nCome through your town and I'll fuck shit up\nNow the cars all POUND - cause my CD bump\nIn the streets like, \"Yeah, that nigga Herut rough\"\nSpell my name\n\n(Chorus)\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-\nCome on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\n\n(Defari)\nI - shook up the world, parted the sea\nAlways felt like Muhammed Ali\nProud and BLACK\nRed and green, the flag of a nation of millions\nThey can't hold us back, oh it's like that?\nPace the room like a Five-Star General\nHoldin' on to that weak shit, man let it go\nNOW - I've been sent to ease all your misery\nIt's official, I'ma lead you through the new century\nWOW! - Wow is right\nYou're in safe hands with? Alstate? when I grab the mic\nBreak WIDE - lose all sight\nThe pit's goin' crazy, it's bananas tonight\nThey must want MY - public opinion\nAttention, attention, all those who's listening\nThe man gets DOWN -\nHold your position, dump ammunition\nAgain I must mention, spell my name\n\n(Chorus)\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-\nCome on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\nI am the D-E-F-A-R-I","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spell My Name (Prod. Evidence)\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds and Evens\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Defari)\n  I - fell from the sun with a fire tongue\n  Burned a thousand beats, now I'm wanted for fifty tons -\n  Of RAW, pure, uncut dope\n  My rhymes are Columbian coke, lethal choke\n  I - shake up the streets, the earthquake\n  3-1-0 King, yeah that nigga ill with wordplay\n  NOW - straight to the top\n  Grind, double flip, stack chip... stay away from the cops\n  WHY? - they hate us, they're the worst of devils\n  The Romans hated Jesus like the police treat us\n  GAME - that's all that I got to give\n  A lot of artists don't deserve a full right scholarship\n  To this GAME, a lot can be figured out\n  I think to myself why you drink whiskey and Guiness stout\n  Who's to BLAME? - it's the cowboy in me mane\n  Joy and pain, make sure you get it right, spell my name\n\n  (Chorus)\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-\n  Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n\n  (Defari)\n  I - came in the game, flossed the royal name\n  Dropped +Focused Daily+ now I'm wanted for more of the same\n  PURE, raw, supreme level flows\n  Twenty-four carrot gold, look and behold\n  I - beat the Los Angeles streets for heat\n  Travel fifty states, burn crowds like cooked meat\n  FIRE - explosive material\n  I shot you in the ear, but you don't hear me though\n  Now your MINE - I walk with the best of them\n  Talk with the best of them, fuck all the rest of them\n  Take your TIME - young man with big plans, we advance\n  Put the cash in my hand man, I ain't fuckin' playin'\n  NOW - how you like me chump?\n  Come through your town and I'll fuck shit up\n  Now the cars all POUND - cause my CD bump\n  In the streets like, \"Yeah, that nigga Herut rough\"\n  Spell my name\n\n  (Chorus)\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-\n  Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n\n  (Defari)\n  I - shook up the world, parted the sea\n  Always felt like Muhammed Ali\n  Proud and BLACK\n  Red and green, the flag of a nation of millions\n  They can't hold us back, oh it's like that?\n  Pace the room like a Five-Star General\n  Holdin' on to that weak shit, man let it go\n  NOW - I've been sent to ease all your misery\n  It's official, I'ma lead you through the new century\n  WOW! - Wow is right\n  You're in safe hands with? Alstate? when I grab the mic\n  Break WIDE - lose all sight\n  The pit's goin' crazy, it's bananas tonight\n  They must want MY - public opinion\n  Attention, attention, all those who's listening\n  The man gets DOWN -\n  Hold your position, dump ammunition\n  Again I must mention, spell my name\n\n  (Chorus)\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-\n  Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-\n  I am the D-E-F-A-R-I\n"}]