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knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's how to store a radiant\nBut they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asiant\nReaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina\nVisions of Neffertiti then I seen a\nMind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a needle\nFor miles I thought and I just fought the people\nUnder the dark skies on a dark side\nNot only there but right here's an apartheid\nSo now is the time for us to react\nTake a trip through the mind and when you get back\nUnderstand you're third eye seen all of that\nIt ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\nEven the (ghetto)\nEven the (ghetto)\nNo more props, I want property\nIn every borough, nobody's stopping me\nBecause I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own\nWherever I bless a microphone\n007 is back and relaxing\nOn poignant reacting and ready for action\nI'm so low key that you 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to say but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n  Thinking how hard it was to be born\n  Me being queen wit no physical form\n  Millions have settled wit one destination\n  To reach the best part, it's life creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I come\n  Since I made it this far, I can't stop now\n  There's a will and a way and I got to know how\n  To be all I can be and more\n  And see all there is to see before\n  Called and go back to the essence\n  It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  I'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me\n  'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves\n  Exile from the original man, a straight way\n  Now that's what I call hard times\n  I rather be here to exercise the mind\n  Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  Across the desert, that's how to store a radiant\n  But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asiant\n  Reaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina\n  Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a\n  Mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I\n  Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I thought and I just fought the people\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand you're third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  No more props, I want property\n  In every borough, nobody's stopping me\n  Because I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxing\n  On poignant reacting and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me\n  Incognito and taking it easy\n  Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush\n  Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending\n  So many solos, there is no ending\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n  I used to get rich when I played celo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I'm from the (ghetto)\n  Word up, peace\n"},{"id":34223319,"name":"In the Ghetto","trackName":"In the Ghetto","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"Classic Eric B. & Rakim  (Compilation)","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nPlanet Earth, was my place of birth\nBorn to be the sole controller, of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\nThe rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\nWhen I start flowin', the mic might bust\nThe next state'll 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creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\n\nSince I made it this far, can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got the know-how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nI'm called to go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\nExiled from the original man, and strayed away\nNow that's what I call hard times\nI'd rather be here to exercise the mind\nThen I take a thought around the world twice\nFrom knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\nBut they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\nReaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\nVisions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\nMind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a needle\nFor miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\nUnder the dark skies on a dark side\nNot only there but right here's an apartheid\nSo now is the time for us to react\nTake a trip through the mind and when you get back\nUnderstand your third eye seen all of that\nIt ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nNo more props, I want property, in every borough\nNobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\nRhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\nWherever I bless a microphone\n007 is back and relaxin'\nOn point an' reactin', and ready for action\nI'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\nIncognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n\nQuiet is kept on a hush hush\nIn front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\nBut calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\nHopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\nSo rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\nOf bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\nSo many solos, there is no endin'\n\nPeople in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\nFrom London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\nFootprints remain on stage ever since\nSidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\nWhen I had sex, I left my name on necks\nMy trademark was left throughout the projects\n\nI used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\nWhen I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\nSo I collect my cash then slide\nI got my back, my gun's on my side\nIt shouldn't have to be like that\nI guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\nI'm from the\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nWord up\nNobody's smilin'\nPeace\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nNo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\nNo, no, no, nobody's smilin'\nNo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\nNo-bo-dy's smilin'\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\nNobody's smilin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.63] Ghetto\n[00:06.18] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:07.37] The ghetto\n[00:08.66] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:11.49] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:13.63] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:15.07] Ghetto\n[00:16.26] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:17.45] The ghetto\n[00:18.64] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:19.85] Ghetto\n[00:22.34] The ghetto\n[00:23.90] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:25.06] Ghetto\n[00:26.77] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:28.81] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:30.08] Ghetto\n[00:31.75] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:34.81] Planet Earth, was my place of 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lessons\n[02:12.12] I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n[02:15.84] I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n[02:16.78] 'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\n[02:19.46] Exiled from the original man, and strayed away\n[02:20.33] Now that's what I call hard times\n[02:24.94] I'd rather be here to exercise the mind\n[02:26.88] Then I take a thought around the world twice\n[02:29.55] From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n[02:32.25] Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n[02:35.07] But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n[02:37.72] Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n[02:40.31] Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n[02:42.71] Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n[02:45.34] Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n[02:48.16] Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n[02:50.52] For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n[02:53.22] Under the dark skies on a dark 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for me to own\n[03:46.85] Wherever I bless a microphone\n[03:48.86] 007 is back and relaxin'\n[03:51.31] On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n[03:54.18] I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\n[03:56.47] Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n[03:59.89] Quiet is kept on a hush hush\n[04:02.91] In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\n[04:05.40] But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n[04:07.02] Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n[04:09.79] So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n[04:11.66] 'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n[04:14.32] Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\n[04:17.13] So many solos, there is no endin'\n[04:19.86] People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n[04:21.60] From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n[04:24.51] Footprints remain on stage ever since\n[04:27.24] Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\n[04:30.00] When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n[04:31.84] My 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The next state'll shake from the power I generate\n  People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n  'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n  So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\n  But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n  Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\n  Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\n  Stand on my own two feet and come equipped\n  Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\n  I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\n  Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n  So much to say, but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n  Thinkin' how hard it was to be born\n  Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form\n  Millions of cells wit' one destination\n  To reach the best part, as life's creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I come\n\n  Since I made it this far, can't stop now\n  There's a will and a way and I got the know-how\n  To be all I can be and more\n  And see all there is to see before\n  I'm called to go back to the essence\n  It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n  'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\n  Exiled from the original man, and strayed away\n  Now that's what I call hard times\n  I'd rather be here to exercise the mind\n  Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n  But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\n  Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n  Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n  Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n  Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand your third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No more props, I want property, in every borough\n  Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n  Rhymes are 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end_ms: 325760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 325760\nplain: |-\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Planet Earth, was my place of birth\n  Born to be the sole controller, of the universe\n  Besides the part of the map I hit first\n  Any environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\n  The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\n  When I start flowin', the mic might bust\n  The next state'll shake from the power I generate\n  People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n  'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n  So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\n  But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n  Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\n  Or tripped or 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get loud as a bum-rush\n  But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\n  So many solos, there is no endin'\n\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n\n  I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  I'm from the\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Word up\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Peace\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No, no, no, nobody's smilin'\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No-bo-dy's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n"},{"id":28140931,"name":"In The Ghetto","trackName":"In The Ghetto","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: Best Of Eric B & Rakim","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nPlanet Earth, was my place of birth\nBorn to be the sole controller, of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\nThe rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\nWhen I start flowin', the mic might bust\nThe next state'll shake from the power I generate\nPeople in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\nSo I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\nBut it seems like I'm locked in hell\nLookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\nOr tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\nStand on my own two feet and come equipped\nAny stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\nI stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\nGoin' for self, wit' a long way to go\nSo much to say, but I still flow slow\nI come correct and I won't look back\n'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nI learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\nAnd return through the womb of the world as a thought\nThinkin' how hard it was to be born\nMe bein' cream, wit' no physical form\nMillions of cells wit' one destination\nTo reach the best part, as life's creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\n\nSince I made it this far, can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got the know-how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nI'm called to go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\nExiled from the original man, and strayed away\nNow that's what I call hard times\nI'd rather be here to exercise the mind\nThen I take a thought around the world twice\nFrom knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\nBut they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\nReaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\nVisions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\nMind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a needle\nFor miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\nUnder the dark skies on a dark side\nNot only there but right here's an apartheid\nSo now is the time for us to react\nTake a trip through the mind and when you get back\nUnderstand your third eye seen all of that\nIt ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nNo 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Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand your third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No more props, I want property, in every borough\n  Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n  Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxin'\n  On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\n  Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n\n  Quiet is kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\n  But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\n  So many solos, there is no endin'\n\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n\n  I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my 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hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Planet Earth, was my place of birth\n  Born to be the sole controller, of the universe\n  Besides the part of the map I hit first\n  Any environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\n  The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\n  When I start flowin', the mic might bust\n  The next state'll shake from the power I generate\n  People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n  'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n  So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\n  But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n  Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\n  Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\n  Stand on my own two feet and come equipped\n  Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\n  I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\n  Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n  So much to say, but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even 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smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna, ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n"},{"id":36746535,"name":"In the Ghetto (extended mix)","trackName":"In the Ghetto (extended mix)","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"In the Ghetto","duration":370.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gettin' ready to talk about the ghetto\n\nGhetto\nNobody's smilin'\nThe ghetto\nNobody's smilin'\nGhetto\nThe ghetto\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\nNobody's smilin'\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nPlanet Earth, was my place of birth\nBorn to be the sole controller, of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\nThe rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\nWhen I start flowin', the mic might bust\nThe next state'll shake from the power I generate\nPeople in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\nSo I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\nBut it seems like I'm locked in hell\nLookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\nOr tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\nStand on my own two feet and come equipped\nAny stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\nI stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\nGoin' for self, wit' a long way to go\nSo much to say, but I still flow slow\nI come correct and I won't look back\n'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\nNobody's smilin'\nThe ghetto\nNobody's smilin'\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\nNobody's smilin'\n\nI learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\nAnd return through the womb of the world as a thought\nThinkin' how hard it was to be born\nMe bein' cream, wit' no physical form\nMillions of cells wit' one destination\nTo reach the best part, as life's creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\n\nSince I made it this far, can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got the know-how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nI'm called to go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\nExiled from the original man, and strayed away\nNow that's what I call hard times\nI'd rather be here to exercise the mind\nThen I take a thought around the world twice\nFrom knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\nBut they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\nReaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\nVisions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\nMind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a 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lessons\n[02:18.22] I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n[02:21.03] I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n[02:23.59] 'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\n[02:26.15] Exiled from the original man, and strayed away\n[02:28.64] Now that's what I call hard times\n[02:31.10] I'd rather be here to exercise the mind\n[02:33.70] Then I take a thought around the world twice\n[02:36.12] From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n[02:38.69] Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n[02:41.45] But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n[02:43.92] Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n[02:46.51] Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n[02:49.03] Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n[02:51.59] Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n[02:54.08] Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n[02:56.85] For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n[02:59.04] Under the dark skies on a dark 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Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n  So much to say, but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  The ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n  Thinkin' how hard it was to be born\n  Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form\n  Millions of cells wit' one destination\n  To reach the best part, as life's creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I come\n\n  Since I made it this far, can't stop now\n  There's a will and a way and I got the know-how\n  To be all I can be and more\n  And see all there is to see before\n  I'm called to go back to the essence\n  It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  I'm glad I 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goin', the goin' gets rough\n  When I start flowin', the mic might bust\n  The next state'll shake from the power I generate\n  People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n  'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n  So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\n  But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n  Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\n  Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\n  Stand on my own two feet and come equipped\n  Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\n  I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\n  Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n  So much to say, but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  The ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n  Thinkin' how hard it was to be born\n  Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form\n  Millions of cells wit' one destination\n  To reach the best part, as life's creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I come\n\n  Since I made it this far, can't stop now\n  There's a will and a way and I got the know-how\n  To be all I can be and more\n  And see all there is to see before\n  I'm called to go back to the essence\n  It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n  'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\n  Exiled from the original man, and strayed away\n  Now that's what I call hard times\n  I'd rather be here to exercise the mind\n  Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n  But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\n  Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n  Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n  Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n  Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand your third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  The ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Even the\n  Ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  The ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No more props, I want property, in every borough\n  Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n  Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxin'\n  On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me\n  Incognito, and takin' it easy\n\n  Quiet is kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\n  But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\n  So many solos, there is no endin'\n\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n\n  I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  The ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  I'm from the\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Word up\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Peace\n\n  Ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  The ghetto\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No, no, no, nobody's smilin'\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No-bo-dy's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna, ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  The ghetto\n"},{"id":31594457,"name":"In The Ghetto","trackName":"In The Ghetto","artistName":"Eric B.","albumName":"20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: Best Of Eric B & Rakim","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nPlanet Earth, was my place of birth\nBorn to be the sole controller, of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\nThe rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\nWhen I start flowin', the mic might bust\nThe next state'll shake from the power I generate\nPeople in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\nSo I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\nBut it seems like I'm locked in hell\nLookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\nOr tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\nStand on my own two feet and come equipped\nAny stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\nI stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\nGoin' for self, wit' a long way to go\nSo much to say, but I still flow slow\nI come correct and I won't look back\n'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nI learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\nAnd return through the womb of the world as a thought\nThinkin' how hard it was to be born\nMe bein' cream, wit' no physical form\nMillions of cells wit' one destination\nTo reach the best part, as life's creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\n\nSince I made it this far, can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got the know-how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nI'm called to go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\nExiled from the original man, and strayed away\nNow that's what I call hard times\nI'd rather be here to exercise the mind\nThen I take a thought around the world twice\nFrom knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\nBut they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\nReaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\nVisions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\nMind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a needle\nFor miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\nUnder the dark skies on a dark side\nNot only there but right here's an apartheid\nSo now is the time for us to react\nTake a trip through the mind and when you get back\nUnderstand your third eye seen all of that\nIt ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nNo more props, I want property, in every borough\nNobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\nRhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\nWherever I bless a microphone\n007 is back and relaxin'\nOn point an' reactin', and ready for action\nI'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\nIncognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n\nQuiet is kept on a hush hush\nIn front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\nBut calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\nHopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\nSo rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\nOf bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\nSo many solos, there is no endin'\n\nPeople in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\nFrom London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\nFootprints remain on stage ever since\nSidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\nWhen I had sex, I left my name on necks\nMy trademark was left throughout the projects\n\nI used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\nWhen I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\nSo I collect my cash then slide\nI got my back, my gun's on my side\nIt shouldn't have to be like that\nI guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\nI'm from the\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nWord up\nNobody's smilin'\nPeace\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nNo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\nNo, no, no, nobody's smilin'\nNo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\nNo-bo-dy's smilin'\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\nNobody's smilin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.60] Ghetto\n[00:06.18] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:07.37] The ghetto\n[00:08.62] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:11.43] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:13.62] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:15.01] Ghetto\n[00:16.29] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:17.41] The ghetto\n[00:18.63] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:19.87] Ghetto\n[00:22.35] The ghetto\n[00:23.92] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:25.02] Ghetto\n[00:26.78] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:28.89] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:30.00] Ghetto\n[00:31.73] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:34.86] Planet Earth, was my place of birth\n[00:37.06] Born to be the sole controller, of the universe\n[00:40.39] Besides the part of the map I hit first\n[00:42.42] Any environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\n[00:45.08] The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\n[00:47.78] When I start flowin', the mic might bust\n[00:49.96] The next state'll shake from the power I generate\n[00:53.33] People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n[00:55.13] 'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n[00:57.94] So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n[01:00.77] But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n[01:02.55] Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\n[01:05.39] Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\n[01:08.18] Stand on my own two feet and come equipped\n[01:10.03] Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\n[01:13.06] I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\n[01:15.70] Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n[01:17.77] So much to say, but I still flow slow\n[01:20.48] I come correct and I won't look back\n[01:23.21] 'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n[01:25.67] Even the\n[01:26.00] Ghetto\n[01:27.25] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:28.74] The ghetto\n[01:30.35] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:31.47] Ghetto\n[01:32.97] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[01:35.14] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:36.17] I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n[01:38.57] And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n[01:41.68] Thinkin' how hard it was to be born\n[01:43.53] Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form\n[01:46.93] Millions of cells wit' one destination\n[01:49.08] To reach the best part, as life's creation\n[01:50.96] 9 months later, a job well done\n[01:53.72] Make way, 'cause here I come\n[01:56.47] Since I made it this far, can't stop now\n[01:59.12] There's a will and a way and I got the know-how\n[02:01.06] To be all I can be and more\n[02:03.80] And see all there is to see before\n[02:06.67] I'm called to go back to the essence\n[02:09.34] It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n[02:12.16] I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n[02:15.86] I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n[02:16.71] 'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\n[02:19.49] Exiled from the original man, and strayed away\n[02:20.33] Now that's what I call hard times\n[02:24.92] I'd rather be here to exercise the mind\n[02:26.87] Then I take a thought around the world twice\n[02:29.52] From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n[02:32.23] Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n[02:35.04] But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n[02:37.73] Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n[02:40.39] Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n[02:42.79] Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n[02:45.39] Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n[02:48.16] Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n[02:50.56] For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n[02:53.23] Under the dark skies on a dark side\n[02:55.74] Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n[02:58.54] So now is the time for us to react\n[03:00.62] Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n[03:03.17] Understand your third eye seen all of that\n[03:05.68] It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n[03:08.00] Even the\n[03:08.74] Ghetto\n[03:09.90] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:10.87] The ghetto\n[03:11.96] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:12.97] Even the\n[03:13.97] Ghetto\n[03:14.83] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:16.00] The ghetto\n[03:17.53] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:18.50] Ghetto\n[03:20.12] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[03:22.23] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:23.54] Ghetto\n[03:25.44] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[03:27.51] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:31.86] The ghetto\n[03:33.08] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:35.86] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[03:37.69] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:39.07] No more props, I want property, in every borough\n[03:41.65] Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n[03:44.48] Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\n[03:46.84] Wherever I bless a microphone\n[03:48.82] 007 is back and relaxin'\n[03:51.32] On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n[03:54.18] I'm so low key that you 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the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  I'm from the\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Word up\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Peace\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No, no, no, nobody's smilin'\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No-bo-dy's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n"},{"id":31032879,"name":"In the Ghetto (Drums and Rakim)","trackName":"In the Ghetto (Drums and Rakim)","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"The Remixes (1987–1992)","duration":352.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Planet Earth was my place of birth\nBorn to be the soul controller of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst\nThe rough gets going, the going 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here I come\nSince I made it this far, I can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got to know how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nCalled and go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me\n'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves\nExile from the original man, a straight way\nNow that's what I call hard times\nI rather be here to exercise the mind\nThen I take a thought around the world twice\nFrom knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's how to store a radiant\nBut they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asiant\nReaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina\nVisions of Neffertiti then I seen a\nMind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a needle\nFor miles I thought and I just fought the people\nUnder the dark skies on a dark side\nNot only there but right here's an apartheid\nSo now is the time for us to react\nTake a trip through the mind and when you get back\nUnderstand you're third eye seen all of that\nIt ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\nEven the (ghetto)\nEven the (ghetto)\nNo more props, I want property\nIn every borough, nobody's stopping me\nBecause I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own\nWherever I bless a microphone\n007 is back and relaxing\nOn poignant reacting and ready for action\nI'm so low key that you might not see me\nIncognito and taking it easy\nQuiet, it's kept on a hush hush\nIn front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush\nBe calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\nOver the wack rapper, put the mic back down\nSo rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\nI'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending\nSo many solos, there is no ending\nPeople in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\nFrom London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\nFootprints remain on stage ever since\nAs I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents\nWhen I had sex, I left my name on necks\nMy trademark was left throughout the projects\nI used to get rich when I played celo\nWhen I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know\nSo I collect my cash then slide\nI got my back, my gun's on my side\nIt shouldn't have to be like that\nI guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\nEven the (ghetto)\nI'm from the (ghetto)\nWord up, peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In the Ghetto (Drums and Rakim)\n  artist: Eric B. & Rakim\n  album: The Remixes (1987–1992)\n  duration_ms: 352000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Planet Earth was my place of birth\n  Born to be the soul controller of the universe\n  Besides the part of the map I hit first\n  Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst\n  The rough gets going, the going gets rough\n  When I start flowing, the mic might bust\n  The next state, I shake from the power I generate\n  People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n  'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n  So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled\n  But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n  Looking over the edge but the are never fell\n  A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip\n  Stand on my own two feet and come equip\n  Any stage I'm seen on, a mic I fiend on\n  I stand alone and need nothing to lean on\n  Going for self wit a long way to go\n  So much to say but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n  Thinking how hard it was to be born\n  Me being queen wit no physical form\n  Millions have settled wit one destination\n  To reach the best part, it's life creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I come\n  Since I made it this far, I can't stop now\n  There's a will and a way and I got to know how\n  To be all I can be and more\n  And see all there is to see before\n  Called and go back to the essence\n  It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  I'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me\n  'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves\n  Exile from the original man, a straight way\n  Now that's what I call hard times\n  I rather be here to exercise the mind\n  Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  Across the desert, that's how to store a radiant\n  But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asiant\n  Reaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina\n  Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a\n  Mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I\n  Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I thought and I just fought the people\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand you're third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  No more props, I want property\n  In every borough, nobody's stopping me\n  Because I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxing\n  On poignant reacting and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me\n  Incognito and taking it easy\n  Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush\n  Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending\n  So many solos, there is no ending\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n  I used to get rich when I played celo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I'm from the (ghetto)\n  Word up, peace\n"},{"id":23738368,"name":"In The Ghetto (Drums And Rakim)","trackName":"In The Ghetto (Drums And Rakim)","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"The Remixes (1987-1992)","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Planet Earth was my place of birth\nBorn to be the soul controller of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst\nThe rough gets going, the going gets rough\nWhen I start flowing, the mic might bust\nThe next state, I shake from the power I generate\nPeople in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\nSo I vote God and never get scarred and gauled\nBut it seems like I'm locked in hell\nLooking over the edge but the are never fell\nA trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip\nStand on my own two feet and come equip\nAny stage I'm seen on, a mic I fiend on\nI stand alone and need nothing to lean on\nGoing for self wit a long way to go\nSo much to say but I still flow slow\nI come correct and I won't look back\n'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\nEven the (ghetto)\nI learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\nAnd return through the womb of the world as a thought\nThinking how hard it was to be born\nMe being queen wit no physical form\nMillions have settled wit one destination\nTo reach the best part, it's life creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\nSince I made it this far, I can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got to know how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nCalled and go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me\n'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves\nExile from the original man, a straight way\nNow that's what I call hard times\nI rather be here to exercise the mind\nThen I take a thought around the world twice\nFrom knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's how to store a radiant\nBut they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asiant\nReaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina\nVisions of Neffertiti then I seen a\nMind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a needle\nFor miles I thought and I just fought the people\nUnder the dark skies on a dark side\nNot only there but right here's an apartheid\nSo now is the time for us to react\nTake a trip through the mind and when you get back\nUnderstand you're third eye seen all of that\nIt ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\nEven the (ghetto)\nEven the (ghetto)\nNo more props, I want property\nIn every borough, nobody's stopping me\nBecause I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own\nWherever I bless a microphone\n007 is back and relaxing\nOn poignant reacting and ready for action\nI'm so low key that you might not see me\nIncognito and taking it easy\nQuiet, it's kept on a hush hush\nIn front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush\nBe calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\nOver the wack rapper, put the mic back down\nSo rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\nI'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending\nSo many solos, there is no ending\nPeople in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\nFrom London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\nFootprints remain on stage ever since\nAs I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents\nWhen I had sex, I left my name on necks\nMy trademark was left throughout the projects\nI used to get rich when I played celo\nWhen I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know\nSo I collect my cash then slide\nI got my back, my gun's on my side\nIt shouldn't have to be like that\nI guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\nEven the (ghetto)\nI'm from the (ghetto)\nWord up, peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In The Ghetto (Drums And Rakim)\n  artist: Eric B. & Rakim\n  album: The Remixes (1987-1992)\n  duration_ms: 351000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Planet Earth was my place of birth\n  Born to be the soul controller of the universe\n  Besides the part of the map I hit first\n  Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst\n  The rough gets going, the going gets rough\n  When I start flowing, the mic might bust\n  The next state, I shake from the power I generate\n  People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n  'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n  So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled\n  But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n  Looking over the edge but the are never fell\n  A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip\n  Stand on my own two feet and come equip\n  Any stage I'm seen on, a mic I fiend on\n  I stand alone and need nothing to lean on\n  Going for self wit a long way to go\n  So much to say but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n  Thinking how hard it was to be born\n  Me being queen wit no physical form\n  Millions have settled wit one destination\n  To reach the best part, it's life creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I come\n  Since I made it this far, I can't stop now\n  There's a will and a way and I got to know how\n  To be all I can be and more\n  And see all there is to see before\n  Called and go back to the essence\n  It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  I'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me\n  'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves\n  Exile from the original man, a straight way\n  Now that's what I call hard times\n  I rather be here to exercise the mind\n  Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  Across the desert, that's how to store a radiant\n  But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asiant\n  Reaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina\n  Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a\n  Mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I\n  Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I thought and I just fought the people\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand you're third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  No more props, I want property\n  In every borough, nobody's stopping me\n  Because I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxing\n  On poignant reacting and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me\n  Incognito and taking it easy\n  Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush\n  Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending\n  So many solos, there is no ending\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n  I used to get rich when I played celo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I'm from the (ghetto)\n  Word up, peace\n"},{"id":38112246,"name":"In Ghetto","trackName":"In Ghetto","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim; Eric 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tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\nStand on my own two feet and come equipped\nAny stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\nI stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\nGoin' for self, wit' a long way to go\nSo much to say, but I still flow slow\nI come correct and I won't look back\n'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nI learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\nAnd return through the womb of the world as a thought\nThinkin' how hard it was to be born\nMe bein' cream, wit' no physical form\nMillions of cells wit' one destination\nTo reach the best part, as life's creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\n\nSince I made it this far, can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got the know-how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nI'm called to go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\nExiled from the original man, and strayed away\nNow that's what I call hard times\nI'd rather be here to exercise the mind\nThen I take a thought around the world twice\nFrom knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\nBut they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\nReaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\nVisions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\nMind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a needle\nFor miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\nUnder the dark skies on a dark side\nNot only there but right here's an apartheid\nSo now is the time for us to react\nTake a trip through the mind and when you get back\nUnderstand your third eye seen all of that\nIt ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nNo more props, I want property, in every borough\nNobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\nRhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\nWherever I bless a microphone\n007 is back and relaxin'\nOn point an' reactin', and ready for action\nI'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\nIncognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n\nQuiet is kept on a hush hush\nIn front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\nBut calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\nHopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\nSo rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\nOf bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\nSo many solos, there is no endin'\n\nPeople in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\nFrom London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\nFootprints remain on stage ever since\nSidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\nWhen I had sex, I left my name on necks\nMy trademark was left throughout the projects\n\nI used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\nWhen I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\nSo I collect my cash then slide\nI got my back, my gun's on my side\nIt shouldn't have to be like that\nI guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\nI'm from the\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nWord up\nNobody's smilin'\nPeace\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nNo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\nNo, no, no, nobody's smilin'\nNo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\nNo-bo-dy's smilin'\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\nNobody's smilin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.66] Ghetto\n[00:06.12] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:07.35] The ghetto\n[00:08.65] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:11.48] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:13.67] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:15.06] Ghetto\n[00:16.27] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:17.46] The ghetto\n[00:18.62] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:19.81] Ghetto\n[00:22.35] The ghetto\n[00:23.94] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:25.08] Ghetto\n[00:26.75] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:28.89] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:30.02] Ghetto\n[00:31.78] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:34.83] Planet Earth, was my place of birth\n[00:37.08] Born to be the sole controller, of the universe\n[00:40.35] Besides the part of the map I hit first\n[00:42.43] Any environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\n[00:45.07] The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\n[00:47.77] When I start flowin', the mic might bust\n[00:49.95] The next state'll shake from the power I generate\n[00:53.36] People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n[00:55.16] 'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n[00:57.95] So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n[01:00.76] But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n[01:02.52] Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\n[01:05.39] Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\n[01:08.13] Stand on my own two feet and come equipped\n[01:10.05] Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\n[01:13.04] I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\n[01:15.78] Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n[01:17.73] So much to say, but I still flow slow\n[01:20.42] I come correct and I won't look back\n[01:23.24] 'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n[01:25.60] Even the\n[01:26.08] Ghetto\n[01:27.27] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:28.72] The ghetto\n[01:30.33] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:31.42] Ghetto\n[01:32.91] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[01:35.19] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:36.11] I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n[01:38.53] And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n[01:41.67] Thinkin' how hard it was to be born\n[01:43.55] Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form\n[01:46.92] Millions of cells wit' one destination\n[01:49.02] To reach the best part, as life's creation\n[01:50.98] 9 months later, a job well done\n[01:53.79] Make way, 'cause here I come\n[01:56.40] Since I made it this far, can't stop now\n[01:59.13] There's a will and a way and I got the know-how\n[02:01.06] To be all I can be and more\n[02:03.86] And see all there is to see before\n[02:06.69] I'm called to go back to the essence\n[02:09.33] It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n[02:12.18] I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n[02:15.88] I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n[02:16.76] 'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\n[02:19.43] Exiled from the original man, and strayed 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Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\n  Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\n  Stand on my own two feet and come equipped\n  Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\n  I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\n  Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n  So much to say, but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n  Thinkin' how hard it was to be born\n  Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form\n  Millions of cells wit' one destination\n  To reach the best part, as life's creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I come\n\n  Since I made it this far, can't stop now\n  There's a will and a way and I got the know-how\n  To be all I can be and more\n  And see all there is to see before\n  I'm called to go back to the essence\n  It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n  'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\n  Exiled from the original man, and strayed away\n  Now that's what I call hard times\n  I'd rather be here to exercise the mind\n  Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n  But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\n  Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n  Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n  Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n  Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand your third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No more props, I want property, in every borough\n  Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n  Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxin'\n  On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\n  Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n\n  Quiet is kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\n  But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\n  So many solos, there is no endin'\n\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n\n  I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  I'm from the\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Word up\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Peace\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No, no, no, nobody's smilin'\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No-bo-dy's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n"},{"id":9386846,"name":"In The Ghetto","trackName":"In The Ghetto","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"The 18th Letter / The Book Of Life","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nPlanet Earth, was my place of birth\nBorn to be the sole controller, of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\nThe rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\nWhen I start flowin', the mic might bust\nThe next state'll shake from the power I generate\nPeople in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\nSo I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\nBut it seems like I'm locked in hell\nLookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\nOr tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\nStand on my own two feet and come equipped\nAny stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\nI stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\nGoin' for self, wit' a long way to go\nSo much to say, but I still flow slow\nI come correct and I won't look back\n'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nI learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\nAnd return through the womb of the world as a thought\nThinkin' how hard it was to be born\nMe bein' cream, wit' no physical form\nMillions of cells wit' one destination\nTo reach the best part, as life's creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\n\nSince I made it this far, can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got the know-how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nI'm called to go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\nExiled from the original man, and strayed away\nNow that's what I call hard times\nI'd rather be here to exercise the mind\nThen I take a thought around the world twice\nFrom knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\nAcross the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\nBut they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\nReaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\nVisions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\nMind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\nStop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\nReturn the thought through the eye of a needle\nFor miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\nUnder the dark skies on a dark side\nNot only there but right here's an apartheid\nSo now is the time for us to react\nTake a trip through the mind and when you get back\nUnderstand your third eye seen all of that\nIt ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nNo more props, I want property, in every borough\nNobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\nRhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\nWherever I bless a microphone\n007 is back and relaxin'\nOn point an' reactin', and ready for action\nI'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\nIncognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n\nQuiet is kept on a hush hush\nIn front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\nBut calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\nHopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\nSo rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\nOf bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\nSo many solos, there is no endin'\n\nPeople in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\nFrom London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\nFootprints remain on stage ever since\nSidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\nWhen I had sex, I left my name on necks\nMy trademark was left throughout the 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got grip\n[01:08.19] Stand on my own two feet and come equipped\n[01:10.02] Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\n[01:13.08] I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\n[01:15.75] Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n[01:17.72] So much to say, but I still flow slow\n[01:20.41] I come correct and I won't look back\n[01:23.22] 'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n[01:25.69] Even the\n[01:26.07] Ghetto\n[01:27.25] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:28.74] The ghetto\n[01:30.31] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:31.45] Ghetto\n[01:32.90] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[01:35.18] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:36.16] I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n[01:38.58] And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n[01:41.64] Thinkin' how hard it was to be born\n[01:43.58] Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form\n[01:46.92] Millions of cells wit' one destination\n[01:49.05] To reach the best part, as life's creation\n[01:50.96] 9 months later, a job well done\n[01:53.71] Make way, 'cause here I come\n[01:56.45] Since I made it this far, can't stop now\n[01:59.15] There's a will and a way and I got the know-how\n[02:01.03] To be all I can be and more\n[02:03.88] And see all there is to see before\n[02:06.64] I'm called to go back to the essence\n[02:09.39] It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n[02:12.12] I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n[02:15.84] I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n[02:16.78] 'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\n[02:19.46] Exiled from the original man, and strayed away\n[02:20.33] Now that's what I call hard times\n[02:24.94] I'd rather be here to exercise the mind\n[02:26.88] Then I take a thought around the world twice\n[02:29.55] From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n[02:32.25] Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n[02:35.07] But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n[02:37.72] Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n[02:40.31] Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n[02:42.71] Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n[02:45.34] Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n[02:48.16] Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n[02:50.52] For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n[02:53.22] Under the dark skies on a dark side\n[02:55.73] Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n[02:58.51] So now is the time for us to react\n[03:00.67] Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n[03:03.12] Understand your third eye seen all of that\n[03:05.63] It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n[03:08.03] Even the\n[03:08.78] Ghetto\n[03:09.95] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:10.89] The ghetto\n[03:11.94] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:12.99] Even the\n[03:13.97] Ghetto\n[03:14.88] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:16.08] The ghetto\n[03:17.50] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:18.53] Ghetto\n[03:20.17] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[03:22.26] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:23.56] Ghetto\n[03:25.41] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[03:27.54] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:31.82] The ghetto\n[03:33.07] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:35.81] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[03:37.65] Nobody's smilin'\n[03:39.08] No more props, I want property, in every borough\n[03:41.63] Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n[03:44.49] Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\n[03:46.85] Wherever I bless a microphone\n[03:48.86] 007 is back and relaxin'\n[03:51.31] On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n[03:54.18] I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\n[03:56.47] Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n[03:59.89] Quiet is kept on a hush hush\n[04:02.91] In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\n[04:05.40] But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n[04:07.02] Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n[04:09.79] So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n[04:11.66] 'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n[04:14.32] Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\n[04:17.13] So many solos, there is no endin'\n[04:19.86] People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n[04:21.60] From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n[04:24.51] Footprints remain on stage ever since\n[04:27.24] Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\n[04:30.00] When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n[04:31.84] My trademark was left throughout the projects\n[04:34.63] I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\n[04:37.47] When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\n[04:40.11] So I collect my cash then slide\n[04:41.83] I got my back, my gun's on my side\n[04:44.73] It shouldn't have to be like that\n[04:47.43] I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n[04:49.91] Even the\n[04:51.04] Ghetto\n[04:52.28] Nobody's smilin'\n[04:53.11] The ghetto\n[04:54.48] Nobody's smilin'\n[04:55.68] I'm from the\n[04:56.05] Ghetto\n[04:56.94] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[04:59.19] Word up\n[05:00.04] Nobody's smilin'\n[05:00.61] Peace\n[05:01.69] Ghetto\n[05:02.25] Nobody's smilin'\n[05:03.12] The 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Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n  But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n\n  Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n  Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n  Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n  Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand your third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No more props, I want property, in every borough\n  Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n  Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxin'\n  On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\n  Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n\n  Quiet is kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\n  But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\n  So many solos, there is no endin'\n\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n\n  I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  I'm from the\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Word up\n  Nobody's smilin'\n  Peace\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No, no, no, nobody's smilin'\n  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  No-bo-dy's smilin'\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  Nobody's smilin'\n"},{"id":11353850,"name":"In the Ghetto","trackName":"In the Ghetto","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"The 18th Letter","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nPlanet Earth, was my place of birth\nBorn to be the sole controller, of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\nThe rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\nWhen I start flowin', the mic might bust\nThe next state'll shake from the power I generate\nPeople in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\nSo I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\nBut it seems like I'm locked in hell\nLookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\nOr tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\nStand on my own two feet and come equipped\nAny stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\nI stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\nGoin' for self, wit' a long way to go\nSo much to say, but I still flow slow\nI come correct and I won't look back\n'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nI learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\nAnd return through the womb of the world as a thought\nThinkin' how hard it was to be born\nMe bein' cream, wit' no physical form\nMillions of cells wit' one destination\nTo reach the best part, as life's creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\n\nSince I made it this far, can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got the 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The next state, I shake from the power I generate\n  People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n  'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n  So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled\n  But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n  Looking over the edge but the R never fell\n  A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip\n  Stand on my own two feet and come equip\n  Any stage I'm seen on, I'M LIKE A PHENOM\n  I stand alone and need nothing to lean on\n  Going for self wit a long way to go\n  So much to say but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where\n  You're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a\n  Thought\n  Thinking how hard it was to be born\n  BEING EQUIPPED wit no physical form\n  Millions OF CELLS wit one destination\n  To reach the best part, it's life creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I 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For miles I thought and I just fought the people\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand you're third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  Even the (ghetto)\n\n  No more props, I want property\n  In every borough, nobody's stopping me\n  Because I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate\n  For me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxing\n  On POINT N' reactin' and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me\n  Incognito and taking it easy\n  Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush\n  Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  HOPIN' the wack rapper'LL put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending\n  So many solos, there is no ending\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n  I used to get rich when I played celo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where\n  You're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I'm from the (ghetto)\n  Word up, peace\n"},{"id":36396745,"name":"In The Ghetto","trackName":"In The Ghetto","artistName":"Eric B. & Rakim","albumName":"The Remixes (1987-1992)","duration":352.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nPlanet Earth, was my place of birth\nBorn to be the sole controller, of the universe\nBesides the part of the map I hit first\nAny environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\nThe rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\nWhen I start flowin', the mic might bust\nThe next state'll shake from the power I generate\nPeople in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\nSo I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n\nBut it seems like I'm locked in hell\nLookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\nOr tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\nStand on my own two feet and come equipped\nAny stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\nI stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\nGoin' for self, wit' a long way to go\nSo much to say, but I still flow slow\nI come correct and I won't look back\n'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\nEven the\n\nGhetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nThe ghetto\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nGhetto\nAin't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\nNobody's smilin'\n\nI learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\nAnd return through the womb of the world as a thought\nThinkin' how hard it was to be born\nMe bein' cream, wit' no physical form\nMillions of cells wit' one destination\nTo reach the best part, as life's creation\n9 months later, a job well done\nMake way, 'cause here I come\n\nSince I made it this far, can't stop now\nThere's a will and a way and I got the know-how\nTo be all I can be and more\nAnd see all there is to see before\nI'm called to go back to the essence\nIt's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\nI thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\nI'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n\n'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves\nExiled 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smilin'\n[00:07.37] The ghetto\n[00:08.66] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:11.49] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:13.63] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:15.07] Ghetto\n[00:16.26] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:17.45] The ghetto\n[00:18.64] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:19.85] Ghetto\n[00:22.34] The ghetto\n[00:23.90] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:25.06] Ghetto\n[00:26.77] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:28.81] Nobody's smilin'\n[00:30.08] Ghetto\n[00:31.75] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[00:34.81] Planet Earth, was my place of birth\n[00:37.04] Born to be the sole controller, of the universe\n[00:40.32] Besides the part of the map I hit first\n[00:42.47] Any environment I can adapt, when it gets worst\n[00:45.09] The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough\n[00:47.79] When I start flowin', the mic might bust\n[00:49.99] The next state'll shake from the power I generate\n[00:53.32] People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n[00:55.13] 'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n[00:57.98] So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god\n[01:00.75] But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n[01:02.54] Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell\n[01:05.30] Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip\n[01:08.19] Stand on my own two feet and come equipped\n[01:10.02] Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on\n[01:13.08] I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on\n[01:15.75] Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go\n[01:17.72] So much to say, but I still flow slow\n[01:20.41] I come correct and I won't look back\n[01:23.22] 'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n[01:25.69] Even the\n[01:26.07] Ghetto\n[01:27.25] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:28.74] The ghetto\n[01:30.31] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:31.45] Ghetto\n[01:32.90] Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n[01:35.18] Nobody's smilin'\n[01:36.16] I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n[01:38.58] And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n[01:41.64] Thinkin' how hard it was to be born\n[01:43.58] Me bein' cream, wit' no physical 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Nobody's smilin'\n  Even the\n\n  Ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  The ghetto\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n\n  Nobody's smilin'\n\n  No more props, I want property, in every borough\n  Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n  Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxin'\n  On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\n  Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n\n  Quiet is kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\n  But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  Of bondin' and 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part, as life's creation\n  start_ms: 109070\n  end_ms: 110920\n- text: 9 months later, a job well done\n  start_ms: 110920\n  end_ms: 113730\n- text: Make way, 'cause here I come\n  start_ms: 113730\n  end_ms: 116430\n- text: Since I made it this far, can't stop now\n  start_ms: 116430\n  end_ms: 119180\n- text: There's a will and a way and I got the know-how\n  start_ms: 119180\n  end_ms: 121050\n- text: To be all I can be and more\n  start_ms: 121050\n  end_ms: 123890\n- text: And see all there is to see before\n  start_ms: 123890\n  end_ms: 126640\n- text: I'm called to go back to the essence\n  start_ms: 126640\n  end_ms: 129390\n- text: It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  start_ms: 129390\n  end_ms: 132170\n- text: I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  start_ms: 132170\n  end_ms: 135880\n- text: I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me\n  start_ms: 135880\n  end_ms: 136780\n- text: '''Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves'\n  start_ms: 136780\n  end_ms: 139400\n- text: Exiled from the original man, and strayed away\n  start_ms: 139400\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Now that's what I call hard times\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 144970\n- text: I'd rather be here to exercise the mind\n  start_ms: 144970\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 149560\n- text: From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  start_ms: 149560\n  end_ms: 152210\n- text: Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian\n  start_ms: 152210\n  end_ms: 155040\n- text: But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian\n  start_ms: 155040\n  end_ms: 157730\n- text: Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina\n  start_ms: 157730\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 162620\n- text: Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I\n  start_ms: 162620\n  end_ms: 165350\n- text: Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  start_ms: 165350\n  end_ms: 168180\n- text: Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  start_ms: 168180\n  end_ms: 170530\n- text: For miles I fought and I just brought the people\n  start_ms: 170530\n  end_ms: 173290\n- text: Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  start_ms: 173290\n  end_ms: 175750\n- text: Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  start_ms: 175750\n  end_ms: 178560\n- text: So now is the time for us to react\n  start_ms: 178560\n  end_ms: 180610\n- text: Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  start_ms: 180610\n  end_ms: 183180\n- text: Understand your third eye seen all of that\n  start_ms: 183180\n  end_ms: 185670\n- text: It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  start_ms: 185670\n  end_ms: 188090\n- text: Even the\n  start_ms: 188090\n  end_ms: 188710\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 188710\n  end_ms: 189900\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 189900\n  end_ms: 190820\n- text: The ghetto\n  start_ms: 190820\n  end_ms: 191990\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 191990\n  end_ms: 192960\n- text: Even the\n  start_ms: 192960\n  end_ms: 193920\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 193920\n  end_ms: 194830\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 194830\n  end_ms: 196050\n- text: The ghetto\n  start_ms: 196050\n  end_ms: 197500\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 197500\n  end_ms: 198510\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 198510\n  end_ms: 200140\n- text: Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  start_ms: 200140\n  end_ms: 202200\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 202200\n  end_ms: 203540\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 203540\n  end_ms: 205420\n- text: Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  start_ms: 205420\n  end_ms: 207570\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 207570\n  end_ms: 211810\n- text: The ghetto\n  start_ms: 211810\n  end_ms: 213030\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 213030\n  end_ms: 215820\n- text: Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  start_ms: 215820\n  end_ms: 217630\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 217630\n  end_ms: 219010\n- text: No more props, I want property, in every borough\n  start_ms: 219010\n  end_ms: 221640\n- text: Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough\n  start_ms: 221640\n  end_ms: 224480\n- text: Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own\n  start_ms: 224480\n  end_ms: 226800\n- text: Wherever I bless a microphone\n  start_ms: 226800\n  end_ms: 228880\n- text: 007 is back and relaxin'\n  start_ms: 228880\n  end_ms: 231380\n- text: On point an' reactin', and ready for action\n  start_ms: 231380\n  end_ms: 234150\n- text: I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)\n  start_ms: 234150\n  end_ms: 236440\n- text: Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)\n  start_ms: 236440\n  end_ms: 239890\n- text: Quiet is kept on a hush hush\n  start_ms: 239890\n  end_ms: 242940\n- text: In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush\n  start_ms: 242940\n  end_ms: 245410\n- text: But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  start_ms: 245410\n  end_ms: 247090\n- text: Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down\n  start_ms: 247090\n  end_ms: 249750\n- text: So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  start_ms: 249750\n  end_ms: 251620\n- text: '''Cause when it''s time to build, I''m a mechanic'\n  start_ms: 251620\n  end_ms: 254320\n- text: Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'\n  start_ms: 254320\n  end_ms: 257140\n- text: So many solos, there is no endin'\n  start_ms: 257140\n  end_ms: 259880\n- text: People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  start_ms: 259880\n  end_ms: 261640\n- text: From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  start_ms: 261640\n  end_ms: 264580\n- text: Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  start_ms: 264580\n  end_ms: 267240\n- text: Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents\n  start_ms: 267240\n  end_ms: 270040\n- text: When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  start_ms: 270040\n  end_ms: 271890\n- text: My trademark was left throughout the projects\n  start_ms: 271890\n  end_ms: 274690\n- text: I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo\n  start_ms: 274690\n  end_ms: 277450\n- text: When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go \"we know\"\n  start_ms: 277450\n  end_ms: 280140\n- text: So I collect my cash then slide\n  start_ms: 280140\n  end_ms: 281810\n- text: I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  start_ms: 281810\n  end_ms: 284730\n- text: It shouldn't have to be like that\n  start_ms: 284730\n  end_ms: 287460\n- text: I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at\n  start_ms: 287460\n  end_ms: 289860\n- text: Even the\n  start_ms: 289860\n  end_ms: 291050\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 291050\n  end_ms: 292200\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 292200\n  end_ms: 293160\n- text: The ghetto\n  start_ms: 293160\n  end_ms: 294400\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 294400\n  end_ms: 295690\n- text: I'm from the\n  start_ms: 295690\n  end_ms: 296060\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 296060\n  end_ms: 296980\n- text: Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  start_ms: 296980\n  end_ms: 299170\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 299170\n  end_ms: 300030\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 300030\n  end_ms: 300620\n- text: Peace\n  start_ms: 300620\n  end_ms: 301680\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 301680\n  end_ms: 302270\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 302270\n  end_ms: 303140\n- text: The ghetto\n  start_ms: 303140\n  end_ms: 304460\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 304460\n  end_ms: 305710\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 305710\n  end_ms: 307260\n- text: Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  start_ms: 307260\n  end_ms: 309480\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 309480\n  end_ms: 310760\n- text: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  start_ms: 310760\n  end_ms: 314250\n- text: No, no, no, nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 314250\n  end_ms: 316730\n- text: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)\n  start_ms: 316730\n  end_ms: 319240\n- text: No-bo-dy's smilin'\n  start_ms: 319240\n  end_ms: 320700\n- text: Ghetto\n  start_ms: 320700\n  end_ms: 322680\n- text: Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell\n  start_ms: 322680\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Nobody's smilin'\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 325810\nplain: |-\n  Planet Earth was my place of birth\n  Born to be the soul controller of the universe\n  Besides the part of the map I hit first\n  Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst\n  The rough gets going, the going gets rough\n  When I start flowing, the mic might bust\n  The next state, I shake from the power I generate\n  People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes\n  'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard\n  So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled\n  But it seems like I'm locked in hell\n  Looking over the edge but the are never fell\n  A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip\n  Stand on my own two feet and come equip\n  Any stage I'm seen on, a mic I fiend on\n  I stand alone and need nothing to lean on\n  Going for self wit a long way to go\n  So much to say but I still flow slow\n  I come correct and I won't look back\n  'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York\n  And return through the womb of the world as a thought\n  Thinking how hard it was to be born\n  Me being queen wit no physical form\n  Millions have settled wit one destination\n  To reach the best part, it's life creation\n  9 months later, a job well done\n  Make way, 'cause here I come\n  Since I made it this far, I can't stop now\n  There's a will and a way and I got to know how\n  To be all I can be and more\n  And see all there is to see before\n  Called and go back to the essence\n  It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons\n  I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me\n  I'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me\n  'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves\n  Exile from the original man, a straight way\n  Now that's what I call hard times\n  I rather be here to exercise the mind\n  Then I take a thought around the world twice\n  From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise\n  Across the desert, that's how to store a radiant\n  But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asiant\n  Reaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina\n  Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a\n  Mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I\n  Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa\n  Return the thought through the eye of a needle\n  For miles I thought and I just fought the people\n  Under the dark skies on a dark side\n  Not only there but right here's an apartheid\n  So now is the time for us to react\n  Take a trip through the mind and when you get back\n  Understand you're third eye seen all of that\n  It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  No more props, I want property\n  In every borough, nobody's stopping me\n  Because I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own\n  Wherever I bless a microphone\n  007 is back and relaxing\n  On poignant reacting and ready for action\n  I'm so low key that you might not see me\n  Incognito and taking it easy\n  Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush\n  In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush\n  Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background\n  Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down\n  So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it\n  'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic\n  I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending\n  So many solos, there is no ending\n  People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good\n  From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood\n  Footprints remain on stage ever since\n  As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents\n  When I had sex, I left my name on necks\n  My trademark was left throughout the projects\n  I used to get rich when I played celo\n  When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know\n  So I collect my cash then slide\n  I got my back, my gun's on my side\n  It shouldn't have to be like that\n  I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at\n  Even the (ghetto)\n  I'm from the (ghetto)\n  Word up, peace\n"}]