[{"id":6625964,"name":"Kings Never Die","trackName":"Kings Never Die","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"Kings Never Die","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Inst darayirmi1\nInst shushdidntwakéup\nInst darayirmi1\nInst shushdidntwakéup\n\nInst darayirmi1\nInst shushdidntwakéup\nInst darayirmi1\nInst shushdidntwakéup","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] Here to stay\n[00:03.00] Even when I'm gone\n[00:06.29] When I close my eyes\n[00:09.16] Through the passage of time\n[00:13.38] Kings never die\n[00:25.97] I can hear the drummer drummin'\n[00:27.62] And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone\n[00:29.22] I know something's comin'\n[00:30.97] But I'm runnin' from it, to be standing at the summit\n[00:32.66] And plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was?\n[00:34.54] Was it too good to be true?\n[00:36.36] Have nothin', get it all but too much of it\n[00:37.91] Then lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens?\n[00:40.56] 'Cause if not, where the hell did it go?\n[00:42.18] 'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven\n[00:44.46] Just choosing to sin, even if it means I'm sellin' my soul\n[00:46.95] Just to be the undisputed again\n[00:48.33] Do whatever I gotta do just to win\n[00:50.14] 'Cause I got this motherf- cloud over my head\n[00:52.40] Crown around it, thorns on it\n[00:54.58] Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't think I'd be back, did ya?\n[00:57.64] How 'bout that? I'm somehow now back to the underdog\n[01:00.19] But no matter how loud that I bark\n[01:02.13] This sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n[01:04.08] I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\n[01:06.91] But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\n[01:09.26] Even when you b- are countin' me out\n[01:10.85] And I appear to be down for the count\n[01:12.57] Only time I ever been out and about\n[01:14.02] Is drivin' around town with my f- whereabouts in a doubt\n[01:16.75] 'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here\n[01:19.03] But I'm not a quitter, gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\n[01:21.62] Spit on, sh- on, stepped on, but kept goin'\n[01:23.34] I'm tryna be headstrong\n[01:24.40] But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n[01:26.10] 'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is your respect gone?\n[01:28.41] 'Cause someone told me that\n[01:29.62] Kings never die\n[01:38.93] Don't give me that sob story, liar, don't preach to the choir\n[01:41.49] You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\n[01:43.98] Nobody ever handed me sh- in life, not even a flyer\n[01:46.67] Wouldn't even take sh- into consideration\n[01:48.65] Obliterate anyone in the way\n[01:50.00] I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features\n[01:52.03] And try to show out on a track with me\n[01:54.14] But it'd actually have to be\n[01:55.26] A f- blow-out to get me to retire\n[01:57.39] Tell these new artists that kings never die\n[01:58.88] I know sh- has changed in this age, f- a Twitter page\n[02:01.10] Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n[02:02.39] Why am I online? It's driving me crazy\n[02:04.26] I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n[02:06.04] On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n[02:07.89] But as days pass in this s-\n[02:09.29] And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n[02:10.93] If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n[02:13.11] Comeback, as if I went away\n[02:14.96] But detractors just say (so much) for the renegade\n[02:17.29] Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n[02:19.17] Here I go again, center stage, and I feel like I'm in a cage\n[02:21.59] They so want a champion to fall\n[02:23.24] It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em\n[02:24.50] 'Cause why can't we win 'em all?\n[02:25.42] So f- what these cynics say!\n[02:26.89] It just goes to show that when my back's against the wall\n[02:29.51] And I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed to\n[02:32.63] With this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office\n[02:34.90] On the floor stacked against the door\n[02:36.64] Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n[02:39.66] 'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n[02:41.50] And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n[02:43.82] If I'm here today and gone tomorrow, and I'm not gonna be\n[02:47.12] Here to stay\n[02:49.65] Even when I'm gone\n[02:52.32] When I close my eyes\n[02:55.56] Through the passage of time\n[02:59.00] I want it, I'm comin' to get it (kings never die)\n[03:00.29] So you son of a b- don't duck\n[03:01.65] You're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n[03:02.38] Critics'll end up in critical\n[03:03.49] Think your sh- is dope, all you're gonna get is smoked\n[03:05.65] And I ain't stopping 'til I'm on top again\n[03:07.34] All alone and on a throne, like a token of respect\n[03:09.94] Or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n[03:11.74] Tossed in the air by my own arm\n[03:13.34] And launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n[03:15.08] And when it's my time to go\n[03:16.74] I'm still not leaving, stop for no one, I don't know\n[03:19.91] But I've 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standing at the summit\nAnd plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was\nWas it, too good to be true?\nHave nothin', get it all but too much of it\nThen lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens\nCause if not, where the hell did it go?\nCause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven\nJust choosing to sin\nEven if it means I'm sellin' my soul, just to be the undisputed again\nDo whatever I gotta do just to win\nCause I got this motherfuckin' cloud over my head\n\nCrown around it, thorns on it\nCracks in it, bet you morons didn't think I'd be back, did ya?\n\nHow 'bout that, I'm somehow now back to the underdog\nBut no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n\nI complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\nBut I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\n\nEven when you bitches are countin' me out, and I appear to be down for the count\nOnly time I ever been out and about\n\nIs drivin' around town with my fuckin' 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It's driving me crazy\nI'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\nOn what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\nBut as days pass in this shit\nAnd opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\nIf I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\nComeback as if I went away\nBut detractors just say so much for the Renegade\n\nSomeone's gonna make me blow my composure\nHere I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage\nThey so want a champion to fall\nIt's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?\nSo fuck what these cynics say\n\n(It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall\nAnd I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta\nWith this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office\nOn the floor stacked against the door\n\nAre they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n\nCause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\nAnd trophies just don't mean jack anymore\nIf I'm here today and gone tomorrow\nAnd I'm not gonna be\n\nHere to 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Obliterate anyone in the way\n\n  I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n\n  But it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\n  Tell these new artists that kings never die\n\n  Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n  Why am I online? 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Obliterate anyone in the way\n\n  I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n\n  But it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\n  Tell these new artists that kings never die\n\n  Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n  Why am I online? It's driving me crazy\n  I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n  On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\n  But as days pass in this shit\n  And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n  If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n  Comeback as if I went away\n  But detractors just say so much for the Renegade\n\n  Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n  Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage\n  They so want a champion to fall\n  It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?\n  So fuck what these cynics say\n\n  (It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall\n  And I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta\n  With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office\n  On the floor stacked against the door\n\n  Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n\n  Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n  And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n  If I'm here today and gone tomorrow\n  And I'm not gonna be\n\n  Here to stay\n\n  Even when I'm gone\n  When I close my eyes\n\n  Through the passage of time\n  Kings never die\n\n  I want it, I'm comin' to get it\n  So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n  Critics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked\n  And I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne\n\n  Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n  Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n  And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving\n  Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that\n  Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause\n\n  They say kings never die\n  Just ask Jam Master Jay\n  They just grow wings and they fly\n  So, hands up, reach for the sky\n  Try to hold and prolong these moments\n  Cause in a blink of an eye\n  They'll be over\n\n  Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\n  And ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\n  So before you're leavin' this Earth\n  You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral berserk\n  Deacon of words, syllable genius at work\n  Plus I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n  I went from powdered milk and Farina\n  To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\n  From Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\n  I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\n  Khalil on the beat cause makin' the beat ain't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\n  Or fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n  It's that \"Sound Bombing\" Thirstin' Howl\n  Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\n  Stomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\n  God just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\n  I'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\n  You ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n\n  Here to stay\n  Even when I'm gone\n  When I close my eyes\n  Through the passage of time\n  Kings never die\n"},{"id":12534779,"name":"KIngs Never Die","trackName":"KIngs Never Die","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"Kings Never Die ft. 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I'm somehow now back to the underdog\nBut no matter how loud that I bark\nThis sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n\nI complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\nBut I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\nEven when you b- are countin' me out\nAnd I appear to be down for the count\nOnly time I ever been out and about\nIs drivin' around town with my f- whereabouts in a doubt\n\n'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here\nBut I'm not a quitter, gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\nSpit on, sh- on, stepped on, but kept goin'\nI'm tryna be headstrong\nBut it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is your respect gone?\n'Cause someone told me that\n\nKings never die\n\nDon't give me that sob story, liar, don't preach to the choir\nYou ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\nNobody ever handed me sh- in life, not even a flyer\nWouldn't even take sh- into consideration\nObliterate anyone in the way\nI think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features\nAnd try to show out on a track with me\nBut it'd actually have to be\n\nA f- blow-out to get me to retire\nTell these new artists that kings never die\nI know sh- has changed in this age, f- a Twitter page\nDid it just say I've been upstaged?\nWhy am I online? 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It's driving me crazy\nI'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\nOn what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\nBut as days pass in this s-\nAnd opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\nIf I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\nComeback, as if I went away\nBut detractors just say (so much) for the renegade\nSomeone's gonna make me blow my composure\nHere I go again, center stage, and I feel like I'm in a cage\n\nThey so want a champion to fall\nIt's no wonder why I laugh at 'em\n'Cause why can't we win 'em all?\nSo f- what these cynics say!\nIt just goes to show that when my back's against the wall\nAnd I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed to\n\nWith this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office\nOn the floor stacked against the door\nAre they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\nAnd trophies just don't mean jack anymore\nIf I'm here today and gone tomorrow, and I'm not gonna be\n\nHere to stay\nEven when I'm gone\nWhen I close my eyes\nThrough the passage of time\n\nI want it, I'm comin' to get it (kings never die)\nSo you son of a b- don't duck\nYou're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\nCritics'll end up in critical\nThink your sh- is dope, all you're gonna get is smoked\nAnd I ain't stopping 'til I'm on top again\nAll alone and on a throne, like a token of respect\nOr a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n\nTossed in the air by my own arm\nAnd launched so hard it broke my collarbone\nAnd when it's my time to go\nI'm still not leaving, stop for no one, I don't know\nBut I've been told, an obstacle that blocks your road, ya\nKnock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, 'cause\n\nThey say kings never die\nJust ask Jam Master Jay\nThey just grow wings and they fly\nSo, hands up, reach for the sky!\nTry to hold on and prolong these moments\n'Cause in a blink of an eye\nThey'll be over\n\nSo you're tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\nAnd ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\nSo before you're leavin' this Earth\nYou want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk\nDeacon of words, syllable genius at work\nPlus, I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n\nI went from powdered milk and Farina\nTo flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\nAt Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\nI made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\nKhalil on the beat, 'cause makin' the beat\nAin't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\nOr fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n\nIt's that sound-bombing, Thirstin Howl\nCommon, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\nStomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\nGod, just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\nI'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\nYou ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n\nHere to stay\nEven when I'm gone\nWhen I close my eyes\nThrough the passage of time\nKings never die\n\nKings never die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] Here to stay\n[00:03.02] Even when I'm gone\n[00:06.27] When I close my eyes\n[00:09.12] Through the passage of time\n[00:13.36] Kings never die\n[00:25.90] I can hear the drummer drummin'\n[00:27.67] And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone\n[00:29.23] I know something's comin'\n[00:30.96] But I'm runnin' from it, to be standing at the summit\n[00:32.66] And plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was?\n[00:34.51] Was it too good to be true?\n[00:36.39] Have nothin', get it all but too much of it\n[00:37.93] Then lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens?\n[00:40.52] 'Cause if not, where the hell did it go?\n[00:42.17] 'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven\n[00:44.42] Just choosing to sin, even if it means I'm sellin' my soul\n[00:46.93] Just to be the undisputed again\n[00:48.34] Do whatever I gotta do just to win\n[00:50.13] 'Cause I got this motherf- cloud over my head\n[00:52.49] Crown around it, thorns on it\n[00:54.59] Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't think I'd be back, did ya?\n[00:57.69] How 'bout that? I'm somehow now back to the underdog\n[01:00.16] But no matter how loud that I bark\n[01:02.16] This sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n[01:04.03] I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\n[01:06.94] But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\n[01:09.24] Even when you b- are countin' me out\n[01:10.82] And I appear to be down for the count\n[01:12.57] Only time I ever been out and about\n[01:14.08] Is drivin' around town with my f- whereabouts in a doubt\n[01:16.70] 'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here\n[01:19.04] But I'm not a quitter, gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\n[01:21.60] Spit on, sh- on, stepped on, but kept goin'\n[01:23.37] I'm tryna be headstrong\n[01:24.46] But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n[01:26.17] 'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is your respect gone?\n[01:28.47] 'Cause someone told me that\n[01:29.63] Kings never die\n[01:38.90] Don't give me that sob story, liar, don't preach to the choir\n[01:41.43] You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\n[01:43.90] Nobody ever handed me sh- in life, not even a flyer\n[01:46.62] Wouldn't even take sh- into consideration\n[01:48.63] Obliterate anyone in the way\n[01:50.04] I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features\n[01:52.04] And try to show out on a track with me\n[01:54.11] But it'd actually have to be\n[01:55.26] A f- blow-out to get me to retire\n[01:57.38] Tell these new artists that kings never die\n[01:58.86] I know sh- has changed in this age, f- a Twitter page\n[02:01.19] Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n[02:02.37] Why am I online? It's driving me crazy\n[02:04.25] I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n[02:06.08] On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n[02:07.84] But as days pass in this s-\n[02:09.22] And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n[02:10.92] If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n[02:13.19] Comeback, as if I went away\n[02:14.98] But detractors just say (so much) for the renegade\n[02:17.25] Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n[02:19.16] Here I go again, center stage, and I feel like I'm in a cage\n[02:21.55] They so want a champion to fall\n[02:23.24] It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em\n[02:24.50] 'Cause why can't we win 'em all?\n[02:25.46] So f- what these cynics say!\n[02:26.81] It just goes to show that when my back's against the wall\n[02:29.57] And I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed to\n[02:32.63] With this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office\n[02:34.98] On the floor stacked against the door\n[02:36.61] Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n[02:39.74] 'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n[02:41.52] And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n[02:43.81] If I'm here today and gone tomorrow, and I'm not gonna be\n[02:47.16] Here to stay\n[02:49.66] Even when I'm gone\n[02:52.35] When I close my eyes\n[02:55.51] Through the passage of time\n[02:59.07] I want it, I'm comin' to get it (kings never die)\n[03:00.22] So you son of a b- don't duck\n[03:01.69] You're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n[03:02.33] Critics'll end up in critical\n[03:03.42] Think your sh- is dope, all you're gonna get is smoked\n[03:05.67] And I ain't stopping 'til I'm on top again\n[03:07.39] All alone and on a throne, like a token of respect\n[03:09.90] Or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n[03:11.71] Tossed in the air by my own arm\n[03:13.32] And launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n[03:15.02] And when it's my time to go\n[03:16.70] I'm still not leaving, stop for no one, I don't know\n[03:19.99] But I've been told, an obstacle that blocks your road, ya\n[03:22.66] Knock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, 'cause\n[03:25.06] They say kings never die\n[03:26.64] Just ask Jam Master Jay\n[03:27.81] They just grow wings and they fly\n[03:29.57] So, hands up, reach for the sky!\n[03:31.41] Try to hold on and prolong these moments\n[03:33.72] 'Cause in a blink of an eye\n[03:35.44] They'll be over\n[03:37.44] So you're tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\n[03:39.41] And ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\n[03:41.45] So before you're leavin' this Earth\n[03:42.58] You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk\n[03:45.43] Deacon of words, syllable genius at work\n[03:47.46] Plus, I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n[03:50.55] I went from powdered milk and Farina\n[03:51.69] To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\n[03:53.02] At Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\n[03:56.26] I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\n[03:58.27] Khalil on the beat, 'cause makin' the beat\n[03:59.65] Ain't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\n[04:01.46] Or fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n[04:03.40] It's that sound-bombing, Thirstin Howl\n[04:05.27] Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\n[04:06.93] Stomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\n[04:08.90] God, just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\n[04:11.97] I'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\n[04:14.45] You ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n[04:16.92] Here to stay\n[04:18.90] Even when I'm gone\n[04:22.05] When I close my eyes\n[04:25.02] Through the passage of time\n[04:28.77] Kings never die\n[04:44.41] Kings never die\n[04:52.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kings Never Die (Audio) ft. 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It's driving me crazy\n  I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n  On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\n  But as days pass in this s-\n  And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n  If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n  Comeback, as if I went away\n  But detractors just say (so much) for the renegade\n  Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n  Here I go again, center stage, and I feel like I'm in a cage\n\n  They so want a champion to fall\n  It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em\n  'Cause why can't we win 'em all?\n  So f- what these cynics say!\n  It just goes to show that when my back's against the wall\n  And I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed to\n\n  With this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office\n  On the floor stacked against the door\n  Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n  'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n  And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n  If I'm here today and gone tomorrow, and I'm not gonna be\n\n  Here to stay\n  Even when I'm gone\n  When I close my eyes\n  Through the passage of time\n\n  I want it, I'm comin' to get it (kings never die)\n  So you son of a b- don't duck\n  You're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n  Critics'll end up in critical\n  Think your sh- is dope, all you're gonna get is smoked\n  And I ain't stopping 'til I'm on top again\n  All alone and on a throne, like a token of respect\n  Or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n\n  Tossed in the air by my own arm\n  And launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n  And when it's my time to go\n  I'm still not leaving, stop for no one, I don't know\n  But I've been told, an obstacle that blocks your road, ya\n  Knock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, 'cause\n\n  They say kings never die\n  Just ask Jam Master Jay\n  They just grow wings and they fly\n  So, hands up, reach for the sky!\n  Try to hold on and prolong these moments\n  'Cause in a blink of an eye\n  They'll be over\n\n  So you're tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\n  And ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\n  So before you're leavin' this Earth\n  You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk\n  Deacon of words, syllable genius at work\n  Plus, I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n\n  I went from powdered milk and Farina\n  To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\n  At Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\n  I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\n  Khalil on the beat, 'cause makin' the beat\n  Ain't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\n  Or fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n\n  It's that sound-bombing, Thirstin Howl\n  Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\n  Stomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\n  God, just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\n  I'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\n  You ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n\n  Here to stay\n  Even when I'm gone\n  When I close my eyes\n  Through the passage of time\n  Kings never die\n\n  Kings never die\n"},{"id":11225505,"name":"Kings Never Die","trackName":"Kings Never Die","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"Eminem - Single","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here to stay\nEven when I'm gone\nWhen I close my eyes\nThrough the passage of time\nKings never die\n\nI can hear the drummer drumming\nAnd the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone, I know somethin's coming\nBut I'm runnin' from it to be standing at the summit\nAnd plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was\nWas it, too good to be true?\nHave nothin', get it all but too much of it\nThen lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens\nCause if not, where the hell did it go?\nCause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven\nJust choosing to sin\nEven if it means I'm sellin' my soul, just to be the undisputed again\nDo whatever I gotta do just to win\nCause I got this motherfuckin' cloud over my head\n\nCrown around it, thorns on it\nCracks in it, bet you morons didn't think I'd be back, did ya?\n\nHow 'bout that, I'm somehow now back to the underdog\nBut no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n\nI complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\nBut I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\n\nEven when you bitches are countin' me out, and I appear to be down for the count\nOnly time I ever been out and about\n\nIs drivin' around town with my fuckin' whereabouts in a doubt\nCause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I'm not a quitter\n\nGotta get up, give it all I got or give up\n\nSpit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept goin'\nI'm tryna be headstrong but it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n\nCause you're moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?\nCause someone told me that\n\n(Kings never die)\n\nDon't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir\n\nYou ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\n\nNobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer\nWouldn't even take shit into consideration\nObliterate anyone in the way\n\nI think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n\nBut it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\nTell these new artists that kings never die\n\nDid it just say I've been upstaged?\nWhy am I online? It's driving me crazy\nI'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\nOn what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\nBut as days pass in this shit\nAnd opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\nIf I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\nComeback as if I went away\nBut detractors just say so much for the Renegade\n\nSomeone's gonna make me blow my composure\nHere I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage\nThey so want a champion to fall\nIt's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?\nSo fuck what these cynics say\n\n(It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall\nAnd I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta\nWith this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office\nOn the floor stacked against the door\n\nAre they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n\nCause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\nAnd trophies just don't mean jack anymore\nIf I'm here today and gone tomorrow\nAnd I'm not gonna be\n\nHere to stay\n\nEven when I'm gone\nWhen I close my eyes\n\nThrough the passage of time\nKings never die\n\nI want it, I'm comin' to get it\nSo you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\nCritics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked\nAnd I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne\n\nLike a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\nTossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone\nAnd when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving\nStop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that\nBlocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause\n\nThey say kings never die\nJust ask Jam Master Jay\nThey just grow wings and they fly\nSo, hands up, reach for the sky\nTry to hold and prolong these moments\nCause in a blink of an eye\nThey'll be over\n\nTryna secure your legacy like Shakur\nAnd ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\nSo 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Obliterate anyone in the way\n\n  I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n\n  But it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\n  Tell these new artists that kings never die\n\n  Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n  Why am I online? 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I'm somehow now back to the underdog\nBut no matter how loud that I bark\nThis sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n\nI complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\nBut I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\nEven when you b- are countin' me out\nAnd I appear to be down for the count\nOnly time I ever been out and about\nIs drivin' around town with my f- whereabouts in a doubt\n\n'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here\nBut I'm not a quitter, gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\nSpit on, sh- on, stepped on, but kept goin'\nI'm tryna be headstrong\nBut it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is your respect gone?\n'Cause someone told me that\n\nKings never die\n\nDon't give me that sob story, liar, don't preach to the choir\nYou ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\nNobody ever handed me sh- in life, not even a flyer\nWouldn't even take sh- into consideration\nObliterate anyone in the way\nI think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features\nAnd try to show out on a track with me\nBut it'd actually have to be\n\nA f- blow-out to get me to retire\nTell these new artists that kings never die\nI know sh- has changed in this age, f- a Twitter page\nDid it just say I've been upstaged?\nWhy am I online? 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It's driving me crazy\n[02:04.60] I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n[02:06.29] On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n[02:08.06] But as days pass in this shit\n[02:09.45] And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n[02:11.39] If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n[02:13.59] Comeback as if I went away\n[02:15.23] But detractors just say so much for the Renegade\n[02:17.50] Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n[02:19.36] Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage\n[02:21.99] They so want a champion to fall\n[02:23.48] It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?\n[02:26.00] So fuck what these cynics say\n[02:27.44] (It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall\n[02:30.00] And I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta\n[02:32.51] With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office\n[02:35.59] On the floor stacked against the door\n[02:36.81] Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n[02:39.72] Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n[02:41.80] And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n[02:44.23] If I'm here today and gone tomorrow\n[02:46.55] And I'm not gonna be\n[02:47.40] Here to stay\n[02:49.92] Even when I'm gone\n[02:52.82] When I close my eyes\n[02:55.85] Through the passage of time\n[02:59.52] Kings never die\n[03:00.26] I want it, I'm comin' to get it\n[03:01.20] So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n[03:03.09] Critics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked\n[03:06.55] And I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne\n[03:09.18] Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n[03:12.39] Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n[03:15.35] And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving\n[03:18.24] Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that\n[03:21.64] Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause\n[03:25.14] They say kings never die\n[03:26.54] Just ask Jam Master Jay\n[03:28.18] They just grow wings and they fly\n[03:29.74] So, hands up, reach for the sky\n[03:31.21] Try to hold and prolong these moments\n[03:33.37] Cause in a blink of an eye\n[03:35.12] They'll be over\n[03:37.22] Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\n[03:39.04] And ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\n[03:40.96] So before you're leavin' this Earth\n[03:42.97] You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral berserk\n[03:45.19] Deacon of words, syllable genius at work\n[03:47.48] Plus I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n[03:50.52] I went from powdered milk and Farina\n[03:51.72] To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\n[03:53.38] From Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\n[03:56.38] I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\n[03:58.50] Khalil on the beat cause makin' the beat ain't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\n[04:01.80] Or fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n[04:03.66] It's that \"Sound Bombing\" Thirstin' Howl\n[04:05.43] Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\n[04:06.86] Stomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\n[04:08.72] God just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\n[04:12.05] I'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\n[04:14.45] You ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n[04:16.78] Here to stay\n[04:19.37] Even when I'm gone\n[04:22.36] When I close my eyes\n[04:25.37] Through the passage of time\n[04:28.97] Kings never die\n[04:32.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kings Never Die (feat. 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Obliterate anyone in the way\n\n  I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n\n  But it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\n  Tell these new artists that kings never die\n\n  Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n  Why am I online? 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I'm somehow now back to the underdog\nBut no matter how loud that I bark\nThis sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n\nI complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\nBut I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\nEven when you b- are countin' me out\nAnd I appear to be down for the count\nOnly time I ever been out and about\nIs drivin' around town with my f- whereabouts in a doubt\n\n'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here\nBut I'm not a quitter, gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\nSpit on, sh- on, stepped on, but kept goin'\nI'm tryna be headstrong\nBut it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is your respect gone?\n'Cause someone told me that\n\nKings never die\n\nDon't give me that sob story, liar, don't preach to the choir\nYou ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\nNobody ever handed me sh- in life, not even a flyer\nWouldn't even take sh- into consideration\nObliterate anyone in the way\nI think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features\nAnd try to show out on a track with me\nBut it'd actually have to be\n\nA f- blow-out to get me to retire\nTell these new artists that kings never die\nI know sh- has changed in this age, f- a Twitter page\nDid it just say I've been upstaged?\nWhy am I online? It's driving me crazy\nI'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\nOn what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\nBut as days pass in this s-\nAnd opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\nIf I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\nComeback, as if I went away\nBut detractors just say (so much) for the renegade\nSomeone's gonna make me blow my composure\nHere I go again, center stage, and I feel like I'm in a cage\n\nThey so want a champion to fall\nIt's no wonder why I laugh at 'em\n'Cause why can't we win 'em all?\nSo f- what these cynics say!\nIt just goes to show that when my back's against the wall\nAnd I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed to\n\nWith this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office\nOn the floor stacked against the door\nAre they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\nAnd trophies just don't mean jack anymore\nIf I'm here today and gone tomorrow, and I'm not gonna be\n\nHere to stay\nEven when I'm gone\nWhen I close my eyes\nThrough the passage of time\n\nI want it, I'm comin' to get it (kings never die)\nSo you son of a b- don't duck\nYou're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\nCritics'll end up in critical\nThink your sh- is dope, all you're gonna get is smoked\nAnd I ain't stopping 'til I'm on top again\nAll alone and on a throne, like a token of respect\nOr a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n\nTossed in the air by my own arm\nAnd launched so hard it broke my collarbone\nAnd when it's my time to go\nI'm still not leaving, stop for no one, I don't know\nBut I've been told, an obstacle that blocks your road, ya\nKnock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, 'cause\n\nThey say kings never die\nJust ask Jam Master Jay\nThey just grow wings and they fly\nSo, hands up, reach for the sky!\nTry to hold on and prolong these moments\n'Cause in a blink of an eye\nThey'll be over\n\nSo you're tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\nAnd ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\nSo before you're leavin' this Earth\nYou want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk\nDeacon of words, syllable genius at work\nPlus, I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n\nI went from powdered milk and Farina\nTo flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\nAt Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\nI made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\nKhalil on the beat, 'cause makin' the beat\nAin't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\nOr fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n\nIt's that sound-bombing, Thirstin Howl\nCommon, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\nStomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\nGod, just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\nI'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\nYou ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n\nHere to stay\nEven when I'm gone\nWhen I close my eyes\nThrough the passage of time\nKings never die\n\nKings never die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Here to stay\n[00:03.07] Even when I'm gone\n[00:06.27] When I close my eyes\n[00:09.19] Through the passage of time\n[00:13.33] Kings never die\n[00:25.93] I can hear the drummer drummin'\n[00:27.68] And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone\n[00:29.26] I know something's comin'\n[00:30.92] But I'm runnin' from it, to be standing at the summit\n[00:32.67] And plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was?\n[00:34.52] Was it too good to be true?\n[00:36.36] Have nothin', get it all but too much of it\n[00:37.90] Then lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens?\n[00:40.58] 'Cause if not, where the hell did it go?\n[00:42.13] 'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven\n[00:44.46] Just choosing to sin, even if it means I'm sellin' my soul\n[00:46.96] Just to be the undisputed again\n[00:48.31] Do whatever I gotta do just to win\n[00:50.19] 'Cause I got this motherf- cloud over my head\n[00:52.43] Crown around it, thorns on it\n[00:54.52] Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't think I'd be back, did ya?\n[00:57.67] How 'bout that? I'm somehow now back to the underdog\n[01:00.12] But no matter how loud that I bark\n[01:02.13] This sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n[01:04.05] I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\n[01:06.93] But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\n[01:09.29] Even when you b- are countin' me out\n[01:10.89] And I appear to be down for the count\n[01:12.60] Only time I ever been out and about\n[01:14.06] Is drivin' around town with my f- whereabouts in a doubt\n[01:16.76] 'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here\n[01:19.03] But I'm not a quitter, gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\n[01:21.64] Spit on, sh- on, stepped on, but kept goin'\n[01:23.34] I'm tryna be headstrong\n[01:24.42] But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n[01:26.17] 'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is your respect gone?\n[01:28.48] 'Cause someone told me that\n[01:29.60] Kings never die\n[01:38.94] Don't give me that sob story, liar, don't preach to the choir\n[01:41.40] You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\n[01:43.97] Nobody ever handed me sh- in life, not even a flyer\n[01:46.66] Wouldn't even take sh- into consideration\n[01:48.67] Obliterate anyone in the way\n[01:50.07] I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features\n[01:52.03] And try to show out on a track with me\n[01:54.10] But it'd actually have to be\n[01:55.23] A f- blow-out to get me to retire\n[01:57.30] Tell these new artists that kings never die\n[01:58.82] I know sh- has changed in this age, f- a Twitter page\n[02:01.13] Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n[02:02.34] Why am I online? It's driving me crazy\n[02:04.24] I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n[02:06.01] On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n[02:07.86] But as days pass in this s-\n[02:09.28] And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n[02:10.96] If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n[02:13.20] Comeback, as if I went away\n[02:14.97] But detractors just say (so much) for the renegade\n[02:17.25] Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n[02:19.18] Here I go again, center stage, and I feel like I'm in a cage\n[02:21.54] They so want a champion to fall\n[02:23.22] It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em\n[02:24.52] 'Cause why can't we win 'em all?\n[02:25.48] So f- what these cynics say!\n[02:26.87] It just goes to show that when my back's against the wall\n[02:29.54] And I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed to\n[02:32.67] With this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office\n[02:34.96] On the floor stacked against the door\n[02:36.64] Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n[02:39.70] 'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n[02:41.56] And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n[02:43.81] If I'm here today and gone tomorrow, and I'm not gonna be\n[02:47.17] Here to stay\n[02:49.63] Even when I'm gone\n[02:52.38] When I close my eyes\n[02:55.51] Through the passage of time\n[02:59.04] I want it, I'm comin' to get it (kings never die)\n[03:00.22] So you son of a b- don't duck\n[03:01.61] You're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n[03:02.36] Critics'll end up in critical\n[03:03.46] Think your sh- is dope, all you're gonna get is smoked\n[03:05.65] And I ain't stopping 'til I'm on top again\n[03:07.31] All alone and on a throne, like a token of respect\n[03:09.97] Or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n[03:11.72] Tossed in the air by my own arm\n[03:13.39] And launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n[03:15.03] And when it's my time to go\n[03:16.72] I'm still not leaving, stop for no one, I don't know\n[03:19.97] But I've been told, an obstacle that blocks your road, ya\n[03:22.69] Knock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, 'cause\n[03:25.00] They say kings never die\n[03:26.61] Just ask Jam Master Jay\n[03:27.82] They just grow wings and they fly\n[03:29.52] So, hands up, reach for the sky!\n[03:31.40] Try to hold on and prolong these moments\n[03:33.79] 'Cause in a blink of an eye\n[03:35.46] They'll be over\n[03:37.46] So you're tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\n[03:39.44] And ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\n[03:41.41] So before you're leavin' this Earth\n[03:42.57] You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk\n[03:45.41] Deacon of words, syllable genius at work\n[03:47.42] Plus, I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n[03:50.54] I went from powdered milk and Farina\n[03:51.64] To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\n[03:53.01] At Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\n[03:56.25] I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\n[03:58.28] Khalil on the beat, 'cause makin' the beat\n[03:59.63] Ain't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\n[04:01.46] Or fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n[04:03.45] It's that sound-bombing, Thirstin Howl\n[04:05.29] Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\n[04:06.92] Stomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\n[04:08.96] God, just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\n[04:11.97] I'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\n[04:14.45] You ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n[04:16.96] Here to stay\n[04:18.90] Even when I'm gone\n[04:22.07] When I close my eyes\n[04:25.03] Through the passage of time\n[04:28.70] Kings never die\n[04:44.47] Kings never die\n[04:52.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eminem feat. 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that\n[01:29.52] (Kings never die)\n[01:34.77] \n[01:39.24] Don't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir\n[01:41.26] You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\n[01:43.57] Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer\n[01:45.79] Wouldn't even take shit into consideration\n[01:48.38] Obliterate anyone in the way\n[01:49.92] I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n[01:53.42] But it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\n[01:56.78] Tell these new artists that kings never die\n[01:58.88] Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n[02:02.10] Why am I online? It's driving me crazy\n[02:04.50] I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n[02:06.06] On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n[02:07.83] But as days pass in this shit\n[02:09.17] And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n[02:10.93] If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n[02:13.16] Comeback as if I went away\n[02:14.76] But detractors just say so much for the Renegade\n[02:16.88] Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n[02:18.98] Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage\n[02:21.56] They so want a champion to fall\n[02:23.07] It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?\n[02:25.77] So fuck what these cynics say\n[02:26.92] (It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall\n[02:29.41] And I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta\n[02:32.46] With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office\n[02:34.84] On the floor stacked against the door\n[02:36.88] Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n[02:39.45] Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n[02:41.79] And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n[02:43.72] If I'm here today and gone tomorrow\n[02:45.88] And I'm not gonna be\n[02:47.13] Here to stay\n[02:49.78] Even when I'm gone\n[02:52.85] When I close my eyes\n[02:55.53] Through the passage of time\n[02:59.17] Kings never die\n[03:00.37] I want it, I'm comin' to get it\n[03:01.35] So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n[03:02.76] Critics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked\n[03:05.56] And I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne\n[03:08.95] Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n[03:11.96] Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n[03:14.62] And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving\n[03:17.99] Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that\n[03:21.83] Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause\n[03:24.95] They say kings never die\n[03:26.54] Just ask Jam Master Jay\n[03:28.18] They just grow wings and they fly\n[03:29.73] So, hands up, reach for the sky\n[03:31.22] Try to hold and prolong these moments\n[03:33.34] Cause in a blink of an eye\n[03:35.10] They'll be over\n[03:36.98] Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\n[03:39.17] And ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\n[03:41.32] So before you're leavin' this Earth\n[03:43.13] You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral berserk\n[03:45.52] Deacon of words, syllable genius at work\n[03:47.41] Plus I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n[03:50.69] I went from powdered milk and Farina\n[03:52.11] To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\n[03:53.63] From Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\n[03:56.57] I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\n[03:58.65] Khalil on the beat cause makin' the beat ain't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\n[04:01.22] Or fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n[04:03.52] It's that \"Sound Bombing\" Thirstin' Howl\n[04:05.28] Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\n[04:06.89] Stomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\n[04:08.80] God just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\n[04:12.23] I'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\n[04:14.56] You ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n[04:16.46] Here to stay\n[04:19.49] Even when I'm gone\n[04:22.12] When I close my eyes\n[04:24.98] Through the passage of time\n[04:28.78] Kings never die\n[04:32.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kings Never Die\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: Southpaw Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Here to stay\n  start_ms: 690\n  end_ms: 2970\n- text: Even when I'm gone\n  start_ms: 2970\n 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no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n\n  I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\n  But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\n\n  Even when you bitches are countin' me out, and I appear to be down for the count\n  Only time I ever been out and about\n\n  Is drivin' around town with my fuckin' whereabouts in a doubt\n  Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I'm not a quitter\n\n  Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\n\n  Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept goin'\n  I'm tryna be headstrong but it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n\n  Cause you're moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?\n  Cause someone told me that\n\n  (Kings never die)\n\n  Don't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir\n\n  You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\n\n  Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer\n  Wouldn't even take shit into consideration\n  Obliterate anyone in the way\n\n  I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n\n  But it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\n  Tell these new artists that kings never die\n\n  Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n  Why am I online? It's driving me crazy\n  I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n  On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\n  But as days pass in this shit\n  And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n  If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n  Comeback as if I went away\n  But detractors just say so much for the Renegade\n\n  Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n  Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage\n  They so want a champion to fall\n  It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?\n  So fuck what these cynics say\n\n  (It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall\n  And I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta\n  With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office\n  On the floor stacked against the door\n\n  Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n\n  Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n  And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n  If I'm here today and gone tomorrow\n  And I'm not gonna be\n\n  Here to stay\n\n  Even when I'm gone\n  When I close my eyes\n\n  Through the passage of time\n  Kings never die\n\n  I want it, I'm comin' to get it\n  So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n  Critics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked\n  And I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne\n\n  Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n  Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n  And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving\n  Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that\n  Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause\n\n  They say kings never die\n  Just ask Jam Master Jay\n  They just grow wings and they fly\n  So, hands up, reach for the sky\n  Try to hold and prolong these moments\n  Cause in a blink of an eye\n  They'll be over\n\n  Tryna 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Obliterate anyone in the way\n\n  I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n\n  But it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\n  Tell these new artists that kings never die\n\n  Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n  Why am I online? 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I'm somehow now back to the underdog\nBut no matter how loud that I bark\nThis sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n\nI complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\nBut I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\nEven when you b- are countin' me out\nAnd I appear to be down for the count\nOnly time I ever been out and about\nIs drivin' around town with my f- whereabouts in a doubt\n\n'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here\nBut I'm not a quitter, gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\nSpit on, sh- on, stepped on, but kept goin'\nI'm tryna be headstrong\nBut it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is your respect gone?\n'Cause someone told me that\n\nKings never die\n\nDon't give me that sob story, liar, don't preach to the choir\nYou ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\nNobody ever handed me sh- in life, not even a flyer\nWouldn't even take sh- into consideration\nObliterate anyone in the way\nI think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features\nAnd try to show out on a track with me\nBut it'd actually have to be\n\nA f- blow-out to get me to retire\nTell these new artists that kings never die\nI know sh- has changed in this age, f- a Twitter page\nDid it just say I've been upstaged?\nWhy am I online? It's driving me crazy\nI'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\nOn what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\nBut as days pass in this s-\nAnd opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\nIf I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\nComeback, as if I went away\nBut detractors just say (so much) for the renegade\nSomeone's gonna make me blow my composure\nHere I go again, center stage, and I feel like I'm in a cage\n\nThey so want a champion to fall\nIt's no wonder why I laugh at 'em\n'Cause why can't we win 'em all?\nSo f- what these cynics say!\nIt just goes to show that when my back's against the wall\nAnd I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed to\n\nWith this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office\nOn the floor stacked against the door\nAre they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\nAnd trophies just don't mean jack anymore\nIf I'm here today and gone tomorrow, and I'm not gonna be\n\nHere to stay\nEven when I'm gone\nWhen I close my eyes\nThrough the passage of time\n\nI want it, I'm comin' to get it (kings never die)\nSo you son of a b- don't duck\nYou're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\nCritics'll end up in critical\nThink your sh- is dope, all you're gonna get is smoked\nAnd I ain't stopping 'til I'm on top again\nAll alone and on a throne, like a token of respect\nOr a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n\nTossed in the air by my own arm\nAnd launched so hard it broke my collarbone\nAnd when it's my time to go\nI'm still not leaving, stop for no one, I don't know\nBut I've been told, an obstacle that blocks your road, ya\nKnock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, 'cause\n\nThey say kings never die\nJust ask Jam Master Jay\nThey just grow wings and they fly\nSo, hands up, reach for the sky!\nTry to hold on and prolong these moments\n'Cause in a blink of an eye\nThey'll be over\n\nSo you're tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\nAnd ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\nSo before you're leavin' this Earth\nYou want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk\nDeacon of words, syllable genius at work\nPlus, I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n\nI went from powdered milk and Farina\nTo flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\nAt Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\nI made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\nKhalil on the beat, 'cause makin' the beat\nAin't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\nOr fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n\nIt's that sound-bombing, Thirstin Howl\nCommon, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\nStomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\nGod, just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\nI'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\nYou ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n\nHere to stay\nEven when I'm gone\nWhen I close my eyes\nThrough the passage of time\nKings never die\n\nKings never die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.81] Here to stay\n[00:03.09] Even when I'm gone\n[00:06.21] When I close my eyes\n[00:09.14] Through the passage of time\n[00:13.37] Kings never die\n[00:25.95] I can hear the drummer drummin'\n[00:27.62] And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone\n[00:29.22] I know something's comin'\n[00:30.98] But I'm runnin' from it, to be standing at the summit\n[00:32.69] And plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was?\n[00:34.50] Was it too good to be true?\n[00:36.33] Have nothin', get it all but too much of it\n[00:37.96] Then lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens?\n[00:40.57] 'Cause if not, where the hell did it go?\n[00:42.19] 'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven\n[00:44.42] Just choosing to sin, even if it means I'm sellin' my soul\n[00:46.98] Just to be the undisputed again\n[00:48.38] Do whatever I gotta do just to win\n[00:50.16] 'Cause I got this motherf- cloud over my head\n[00:52.43] Crown around it, thorns on it\n[00:54.53] Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't think I'd be back, did ya?\n[00:57.64] How 'bout that? 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no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is somethin' I never bow-out at\n\n  I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate\n  But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt\n\n  Even when you bitches are countin' me out, and I appear to be down for the count\n  Only time I ever been out and about\n\n  Is drivin' around town with my fuckin' whereabouts in a doubt\n  Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I'm not a quitter\n\n  Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up\n\n  Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept goin'\n  I'm tryna be headstrong but it feels like I slept on my neck wrong\n\n  Cause you're moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?\n  Cause someone told me that\n\n  (Kings never die)\n\n  Don't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir\n\n  You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep\n\n  Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer\n  Wouldn't even take shit into consideration\n  Obliterate anyone in the way\n\n  I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me\n\n  But it'd actually have to be a fuckin' blow-out to get me to re-tire\n  Tell these new artists that kings never die\n\n  Did it just say I've been upstaged?\n  Why am I online? It's driving me crazy\n  I'm ridin' shotgun tryna get a gauge\n  On what's hot, but I'm not one to conform\n\n  But as days pass in this shit\n  And opinions sway, I can hear 'em say\n  If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous\n  Comeback as if I went away\n  But detractors just say so much for the Renegade\n\n  Someone's gonna make me blow my composure\n  Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage\n  They so want a champion to fall\n  It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?\n  So fuck what these cynics say\n\n  (It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall\n  And I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta\n  With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office\n  On the floor stacked against the door\n\n  Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?\n\n  Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards\n  And trophies just don't mean jack anymore\n  If I'm here today and gone tomorrow\n  And I'm not gonna be\n\n  Here to stay\n\n  Even when I'm gone\n  When I close my eyes\n\n  Through the passage of time\n  Kings never die\n\n  I want it, I'm comin' to get it\n  So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd\n  Critics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked\n  And I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne\n\n  Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed\n  Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone\n  And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving\n  Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that\n  Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause\n\n  They say kings never die\n  Just ask Jam Master Jay\n  They just grow wings and they fly\n  So, hands up, reach for the sky\n  Try to hold and prolong these moments\n  Cause in a blink of an eye\n  They'll be over\n\n  Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur\n  And ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were\n  So before you're leavin' this Earth\n  You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral berserk\n  Deacon of words, syllable genius at work\n  Plus I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness, kill 'em with meanness\n  I went from powdered milk and Farina\n  To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts\n  From Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers\n  I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky's still what the theme is\n  Khalil on the beat cause makin' the beat ain't the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is\n  Or fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is\n  It's that \"Sound Bombing\" Thirstin' Howl\n  Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz\n  Stomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone\n  God just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down\n  I'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground\n  You ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't\n\n  Here to stay\n  Even when I'm gone\n  When I close my eyes\n  Through the passage of time\n  Kings never die\n"}]