[{"id":21398791,"name":"Dear Mr. President","trackName":"Dear Mr. President","artistName":"Fredwreck","albumName":"Greatest Hits Episode I","duration":397.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dear Mr. President\nFredwreck (feat. KRS-One, Everlast, Mobb Deep, The Alchemist, Mack\n\nFredwreck\nDear Mr. President, the world has gone astray\nBrothers are dying, they won't live to see today\nWas it all worth it, you had to lie to get your way\nBlood's thicker than water, what a price we had to pay\n\nDear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks\nSelling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took\nI can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush\nDeath and deception it's the brew the devil cooks\n\nDear Mr. President you had a vendetta\nGet Saddam by any means and make man chedda\nIn 4 years you grow 600 million\nThe bush family\nOil tycoons they're worth billions\nYou even pissed on the public for the cash\nYou started a deadly war and hiked up the gas\nThats cuz your real pay check comes from OPEC\nDo the Bin Ladens also send endorsement\n\nK to the r to the s to the one\nMy condolences to those that lost their son\nMaybe they lost their daughter when the crossed them borders\nBaby im here for ya, it's the new world order\nTimes gettin shorta when the primes gettin longer\nIm hot in the sauna when I blow low on ya\nIm in California but im on every corna\nKRS fredwreck\nNever say we neva warned ya\nConscious lyrics its time for a little bit\nYa hear how im spittin it\nNoone is innocent\nEast coast oppression yeah\nWest coast is livin it the east coast is givin it\nEvery time we say that fast cash we gettin it\nEvery time we diss our future with our kids in it\nEvery time we push the fly rise they slaven ya\nSoon we'll be rapping for Saudi Arabia\n\nDear Mr. President\nThe world has gone astray\nBrothers are dyin\nThey won't live to see today\nWas it all worth it\nYou had to lie to get your way\nBloods thicker than water\nWhat a price we had to pay\n\nDear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks\nSelling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took\nI can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush\nDeath and deception it's the brew the devil cooks\n\nI told ya'll niggas it's a war outside\nBut these niggas don't listen till the missiles start to fly\nAmerica ain't nothin but the fantasy life\nBut the end 'll soon come for this bull shit life\nHold up before that come I gotta get mine\nCuz money is all that matters at the present time\nFuck the war in Iraq\nOur was to survives right here in the hood\nIn the New York times\n\nMobb Deep\nThese dudes blowin up shit to no avail\nFuck that id rather rot in jail\nShow yall better than I can tell\nI ain't buying what them senators sell\nWhile they passing them bills we living in hell\n\nWar we all enlisted\nBusiness and pleasure?\nThe next ex-prez don't know the difference\nStrategic plannin, my city's in panic\nPropaganda spread, the truths kept candid\nWhen push comes to shove and shove to push\nWe in the same corner sayin buck fush\nIts evidence they'll remember the name\nIts fredwreck, west coast legends of game\n\nIn a world of hate\nWith a round for blood\nDon't cooperate\nWe'll just shoot you up\nIts blood on all our hands\nIts blood on all our hands\nIts blood on all our hands\nIn a world of sin, where they honor greed\nCan't no-one win, 'till they conquer need\nIts blood on all our hands\nIts blood on all our hands\nIts blood on all our hands\n\nI already got enough on my mind to be stressin\nAnd now I can't even watch the news its depressin\nI see em battle through Saddam's hood with smith n wessens\nAnd droppin all kind of bombs with aggression\nMama... my prayer for someone to hold ya\nWhile I pull out a lewie for the fallen soldiers\nIts best to turn to the lord for hes the best to consol ya\nAnd thats the realest thing mack 10 eva told ya\nIt have anything to do with no... grippin\nThem dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin\nSendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin\nAnd they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?\nIt didn't have nothin to do with no... hood crippin\nThem dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin\nSendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin\nAnd they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?\n\nMr President\nI ain't hesitant\nI fly this kite up on behalf of... and my resident\nBlue collar taxpayers henni drinkers\nHoldin my nuts in the ghetti givin you the middle finger\nFuck war, for years we're been ignored\nAnd when its time for war it's the only time you fuck with the poor\nLand of the free but I don't see no sunshine\nJust niggas and latinos in the front line\nUnited States?, naw united snakes\nWhere they cast the black folk silent and our votes don't count\nBut we still keep poking em try to vote\nBut like the public enemy logo, you keepin niggas in the niper scope\nMake methrow my hands up and wanna holla\nBush gettin power\nAll of a suden go down the twin towers\nDaddy must have passed the word down\nGuess its true what they say\nGangtas make the world go round\n\nThe only good bush is the one you fucked last night\nNot the one who sends your brothers off to war and fight\nYou have smokin...\nFor the blind... and...\nHow many more years we accept lies and cry tears\nThey sell beers to the masses\nJust so they can justify all the fucked up factions\nBy elections avoid any questions\nGive fake answers: America's cancer\nThe little puppet with tangled strings\nI think he forgot the value of a human being\nMaybe he never knew or never gave a shit\nBut he can send us all off and do his bravery bit\nTreating people like pawns for the checkmate with the campaign\nBegging people will you please reelect me\nGet him outta here, you must learn\nYou're a fool if you want the fucker one more term\nGet him out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dear Mr. President\n  artist: Fredwreck\n  album: Greatest Hits Episode I\n  duration_ms: 397000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dear Mr. President\n  Fredwreck (feat. KRS-One, Everlast, Mobb Deep, The Alchemist, Mack\n\n  Fredwreck\n  Dear Mr. President, the world has gone astray\n  Brothers are dying, they won't live to see today\n  Was it all worth it, you had to lie to get your way\n  Blood's thicker than water, what a price we had to pay\n\n  Dear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks\n  Selling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took\n  I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush\n  Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks\n\n  Dear Mr. President you had a vendetta\n  Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda\n  In 4 years you grow 600 million\n  The bush family\n  Oil tycoons they're worth billions\n  You even pissed on the public for the cash\n  You started a deadly war and hiked up the gas\n  Thats cuz your real pay check comes from OPEC\n  Do the Bin Ladens also send endorsement\n\n  K to the r to the s to the one\n  My condolences to those that lost their son\n  Maybe they lost their daughter when the crossed them borders\n  Baby im here for ya, it's the new world order\n  Times gettin shorta when the primes gettin longer\n  Im hot in the sauna when I blow low on ya\n  Im in California but im on every corna\n  KRS fredwreck\n  Never say we neva warned ya\n  Conscious lyrics its time for a little bit\n  Ya hear how im spittin it\n  Noone is innocent\n  East coast oppression yeah\n  West coast is livin it the east coast is givin it\n  Every time we say that fast cash we gettin it\n  Every time we diss our future with our kids in it\n  Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya\n  Soon we'll be rapping for Saudi Arabia\n\n  Dear Mr. President\n  The world has gone astray\n  Brothers are dyin\n  They won't live to see today\n  Was it all worth it\n  You had to lie to get your way\n  Bloods thicker than water\n  What a price we had to pay\n\n  Dear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks\n  Selling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took\n  I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush\n  Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks\n\n  I told ya'll niggas it's a war outside\n  But these niggas don't listen till the missiles start to fly\n  America ain't nothin but the fantasy life\n  But the end 'll soon come for this bull shit life\n  Hold up before that come I gotta get mine\n  Cuz money is all that matters at the present time\n  Fuck the war in Iraq\n  Our was to survives right here in the hood\n  In the New York times\n\n  Mobb Deep\n  These dudes blowin up shit to no avail\n  Fuck that id rather rot in jail\n  Show yall better than I can tell\n  I ain't buying what them senators sell\n  While they passing them bills we living in hell\n\n  War we all enlisted\n  Business and pleasure?\n  The next ex-prez don't know the difference\n  Strategic plannin, my city's in panic\n  Propaganda spread, the truths kept candid\n  When push comes to shove and shove to push\n  We in the same corner sayin buck fush\n  Its evidence they'll remember the name\n  Its fredwreck, west coast legends of game\n\n  In a world of hate\n  With a round for blood\n  Don't cooperate\n  We'll just shoot you up\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  In a world of sin, where they honor greed\n  Can't no-one win, 'till they conquer need\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  Its blood on all our hands\n\n  I already got enough on my mind to be stressin\n  And now I can't even watch the news its depressin\n  I see em battle through Saddam's hood with smith n wessens\n  And droppin all kind of bombs with aggression\n  Mama... my prayer for someone to hold ya\n  While I pull out a lewie for the fallen soldiers\n  Its best to turn to the lord for hes the best to consol ya\n  And thats the realest thing mack 10 eva told ya\n  It have anything to do with no... grippin\n  Them dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin\n  Sendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin\n  And they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?\n  It didn't have nothin to do with no... hood crippin\n  Them dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin\n  Sendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin\n  And they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?\n\n  Mr President\n  I ain't hesitant\n  I fly this kite up on behalf of... and my resident\n  Blue collar taxpayers henni drinkers\n  Holdin my nuts in the ghetti givin you the middle finger\n  Fuck war, for years we're been ignored\n  And when its time for war it's the only time you fuck with the poor\n  Land of the free but I don't see no sunshine\n  Just niggas and latinos in the front line\n  United States?, naw united snakes\n  Where they cast the black folk silent and our votes don't count\n  But we still keep poking em try to vote\n  But like the public enemy logo, you keepin niggas in the niper scope\n  Make methrow my hands up and wanna holla\n  Bush gettin power\n  All of a suden go down the twin towers\n  Daddy must have passed the word down\n  Guess its true what they say\n  Gangtas make the world go round\n\n  The only good bush is the one you fucked last night\n  Not the one who sends your brothers off to war and fight\n  You have smokin...\n  For the blind... and...\n  How many more years we accept lies and cry tears\n  They sell beers to the masses\n  Just so they can justify all the fucked up factions\n  By elections avoid any questions\n  Give fake answers: America's cancer\n  The little puppet with tangled strings\n  I think he forgot the value of a human being\n  Maybe he never knew or never gave a shit\n  But he can send us all off and do his bravery bit\n  Treating people like pawns for the checkmate with the campaign\n  Begging people will you please reelect me\n  Get him outta here, you must learn\n  You're a fool if you want the fucker one more term\n  Get him out\n"},{"id":28770419,"name":"Dear Mr. President (feat. Everlast, Mobb Deep, The Alchemist, Mack 10, WC, Evidence, Defari, KRS-One, & B-Real)","trackName":"Dear Mr. President (feat. Everlast, Mobb Deep, The Alchemist, Mack 10, WC, Evidence, Defari, KRS-One, & B-Real)","artistName":"Fredwreck","albumName":"Greatest Hits Episode I","duration":397.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dear Mr. President\nFredwreck (feat. KRS-One, Everlast, Mobb Deep, The Alchemist, Mack\n\nFredwreck\nDear Mr. President, the world has gone astray\nBrothers are dying, they won't live to see today\nWas it all worth it, you had to lie to get your way\nBlood's thicker than water, what a price we had to pay\n\nDear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks\nSelling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took\nI can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush\nDeath and deception it's the brew the devil cooks\n\nDear Mr. President you had a vendetta\nGet Saddam by any means and make man chedda\nIn 4 years you grow 600 million\nThe bush family\nOil tycoons they're worth billions\nYou even pissed on the public for the cash\nYou started a deadly war and hiked up the gas\nThats cuz your real pay check comes from OPEC\nDo the Bin Ladens also send endorsement\n\nK to the r to the s to the one\nMy condolences to those that lost their son\nMaybe they lost their daughter when the crossed them borders\nBaby im here for ya, it's the new world order\nTimes gettin shorta when the primes gettin longer\nIm hot in the sauna when I blow low on ya\nIm in California but im on every corna\nKRS fredwreck\nNever say we neva warned ya\nConscious lyrics its time for a little bit\nYa hear how im spittin it\nNoone is innocent\nEast coast oppression yeah\nWest coast is livin it the east coast is givin it\nEvery time we say that fast cash we gettin it\nEvery time we diss our future with our kids in it\nEvery time we push the fly rise they slaven ya\nSoon we'll be rapping for Saudi Arabia\n\nDear Mr. President\nThe world has gone astray\nBrothers are dyin\nThey won't live to see today\nWas it all worth it\nYou had to lie to get your way\nBloods thicker than water\nWhat a price we had to pay\n\nDear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks\nSelling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took\nI can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush\nDeath and deception it's the brew the devil cooks\n\nI told ya'll niggas it's a war outside\nBut these niggas don't listen till the missiles start to fly\nAmerica ain't nothin but the fantasy life\nBut the end 'll soon come for this bull shit life\nHold up before that come I gotta get mine\nCuz money is all that matters at the present time\nFuck the war in Iraq\nOur was to survives right here in the hood\nIn the New York times\n\nMobb Deep\nThese dudes blowin up shit to no avail\nFuck that id rather rot in jail\nShow yall better than I can tell\nI ain't buying what them senators sell\nWhile they passing them bills we living in hell\n\nWar we all enlisted\nBusiness and pleasure?\nThe next ex-prez don't know the difference\nStrategic plannin, my city's in panic\nPropaganda spread, the truths kept candid\nWhen push comes to shove and shove to push\nWe in the same corner sayin buck fush\nIts evidence they'll remember the name\nIts fredwreck, west coast legends of game\n\nIn a world of hate\nWith a round for blood\nDon't cooperate\nWe'll just shoot you up\nIts blood on all our hands\nIts blood on all our hands\nIts blood on all our hands\nIn a world of sin, where they honor greed\nCan't no-one win, 'till they conquer need\nIts blood on all our hands\nIts blood on all our hands\nIts blood on all our hands\n\nI already got enough on my mind to be stressin\nAnd now I can't even watch the news its depressin\nI see em battle through Saddam's hood with smith n wessens\nAnd droppin all kind of bombs with aggression\nMama... my prayer for someone to hold ya\nWhile I pull out a lewie for the fallen soldiers\nIts best to turn to the lord for hes the best to consol ya\nAnd thats the realest thing mack 10 eva told ya\nIt have anything to do with no... grippin\nThem dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin\nSendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin\nAnd they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?\nIt didn't have nothin to do with no... hood crippin\nThem dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin\nSendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin\nAnd they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?\n\nMr President\nI ain't hesitant\nI fly this kite up on behalf of... and my resident\nBlue collar taxpayers henni drinkers\nHoldin my nuts in the ghetti givin you the middle finger\nFuck war, for years we're been ignored\nAnd when its time for war it's the only time you fuck with the poor\nLand of the free but I don't see no sunshine\nJust niggas and latinos in the front line\nUnited States?, naw united snakes\nWhere they cast the black folk silent and our votes don't count\nBut we still keep poking em try to vote\nBut like the public enemy logo, you keepin niggas in the niper scope\nMake methrow my hands up and wanna holla\nBush gettin power\nAll of a suden go down the twin towers\nDaddy must have passed the word down\nGuess its true what they say\nGangtas make the world go round\n\nThe only good bush is the one you fucked last night\nNot the one who sends your brothers off to war and fight\nYou have smokin...\nFor the blind... and...\nHow many more years we accept lies and cry tears\nThey sell beers to the masses\nJust so they can justify all the fucked up factions\nBy elections avoid any questions\nGive fake answers: America's cancer\nThe little puppet with tangled strings\nI think he forgot the value of a human being\nMaybe he never knew or never gave a shit\nBut he can send us all off and do his bravery bit\nTreating people like pawns for the checkmate with the campaign\nBegging people will you please reelect me\nGet him outta here, you must learn\nYou're a fool if you want the fucker one more term\nGet him out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dear Mr. President (feat. Everlast, Mobb Deep, The Alchemist, Mack 10, WC, Evidence, Defari, KRS-One, & B-Real)\n  artist: Fredwreck\n  album: Greatest Hits Episode I\n  duration_ms: 397000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dear Mr. President\n  Fredwreck (feat. KRS-One, Everlast, Mobb Deep, The Alchemist, Mack\n\n  Fredwreck\n  Dear Mr. President, the world has gone astray\n  Brothers are dying, they won't live to see today\n  Was it all worth it, you had to lie to get your way\n  Blood's thicker than water, what a price we had to pay\n\n  Dear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks\n  Selling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took\n  I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush\n  Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks\n\n  Dear Mr. President you had a vendetta\n  Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda\n  In 4 years you grow 600 million\n  The bush family\n  Oil tycoons they're worth billions\n  You even pissed on the public for the cash\n  You started a deadly war and hiked up the gas\n  Thats cuz your real pay check comes from OPEC\n  Do the Bin Ladens also send endorsement\n\n  K to the r to the s to the one\n  My condolences to those that lost their son\n  Maybe they lost their daughter when the crossed them borders\n  Baby im here for ya, it's the new world order\n  Times gettin shorta when the primes gettin longer\n  Im hot in the sauna when I blow low on ya\n  Im in California but im on every corna\n  KRS fredwreck\n  Never say we neva warned ya\n  Conscious lyrics its time for a little bit\n  Ya hear how im spittin it\n  Noone is innocent\n  East coast oppression yeah\n  West coast is livin it the east coast is givin it\n  Every time we say that fast cash we gettin it\n  Every time we diss our future with our kids in it\n  Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya\n  Soon we'll be rapping for Saudi Arabia\n\n  Dear Mr. President\n  The world has gone astray\n  Brothers are dyin\n  They won't live to see today\n  Was it all worth it\n  You had to lie to get your way\n  Bloods thicker than water\n  What a price we had to pay\n\n  Dear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks\n  Selling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took\n  I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush\n  Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks\n\n  I told ya'll niggas it's a war outside\n  But these niggas don't listen till the missiles start to fly\n  America ain't nothin but the fantasy life\n  But the end 'll soon come for this bull shit life\n  Hold up before that come I gotta get mine\n  Cuz money is all that matters at the present time\n  Fuck the war in Iraq\n  Our was to survives right here in the hood\n  In the New York times\n\n  Mobb Deep\n  These dudes blowin up shit to no avail\n  Fuck that id rather rot in jail\n  Show yall better than I can tell\n  I ain't buying what them senators sell\n  While they passing them bills we living in hell\n\n  War we all enlisted\n  Business and pleasure?\n  The next ex-prez don't know the difference\n  Strategic plannin, my city's in panic\n  Propaganda spread, the truths kept candid\n  When push comes to shove and shove to push\n  We in the same corner sayin buck fush\n  Its evidence they'll remember the name\n  Its fredwreck, west coast legends of game\n\n  In a world of hate\n  With a round for blood\n  Don't cooperate\n  We'll just shoot you up\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  In a world of sin, where they honor greed\n  Can't no-one win, 'till they conquer need\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  Its blood on all our hands\n  Its blood on all our hands\n\n  I already got enough on my mind to be stressin\n  And now I can't even watch the news its depressin\n  I see em battle through Saddam's hood with smith n wessens\n  And droppin all kind of bombs with aggression\n  Mama... my prayer for someone to hold ya\n  While I pull out a lewie for the fallen soldiers\n  Its best to turn to the lord for hes the best to consol ya\n  And thats the realest thing mack 10 eva told ya\n  It have anything to do with no... grippin\n  Them dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin\n  Sendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin\n  And they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?\n  It didn't have nothin to do with no... hood crippin\n  Them dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin\n  Sendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin\n  And they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?\n\n  Mr President\n  I ain't hesitant\n  I fly this kite up on behalf of... and my resident\n  Blue collar taxpayers henni drinkers\n  Holdin my nuts in the ghetti givin you the middle finger\n  Fuck war, for years we're been ignored\n  And when its time for war it's the only time you fuck with the poor\n  Land of the free but I don't see no sunshine\n  Just niggas and latinos in the front line\n  United States?, naw united snakes\n  Where they cast the black folk silent and our votes don't count\n  But we still keep poking em try to vote\n  But like the public enemy logo, you keepin niggas in the niper scope\n  Make methrow my hands up and wanna holla\n  Bush gettin power\n  All of a suden go down the twin towers\n  Daddy must have passed the word down\n  Guess its true what they say\n  Gangtas make the world go round\n\n  The only good bush is the one you fucked last night\n  Not the one who sends your brothers off to war and fight\n  You have smokin...\n  For the blind... and...\n  How many more years we accept lies and cry tears\n  They sell beers to the masses\n  Just so they can justify all the fucked up factions\n  By elections avoid any questions\n  Give fake answers: America's cancer\n  The little puppet with tangled strings\n  I think he forgot the value of a human being\n  Maybe he never knew or never gave a shit\n  But he can send us all off and do his bravery bit\n  Treating people like pawns for the checkmate with the campaign\n  Begging people will you please reelect me\n  Get him outta here, you must learn\n  You're a fool if you want the fucker one more term\n  Get him out\n"}]