[{"id":39993981,"name":"Knicks Remix (Instrumental)","trackName":"Knicks Remix (Instrumental)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs;Madlib","albumName":"Knicks Remix","duration":288.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks Remix (Instrumental)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs;Madlib\n  album: Knicks Remix\n  duration_ms: 287632\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":14126679,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs, Madlib, Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$","albumName":"Knicks Remix","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, chillin' in the 6\nSmokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\nYoung and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\nStove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\nGot me gradually gettin' chips\nAll my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\nIf you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\nAs he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\nTook a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nElementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\nMultiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\nSmokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\nStandin' at my window with my full clip\nMalcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\nAnother Darren Wilson get a badge every week\nR.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\nI guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nSame night Chris Childs punched Kobe\nIt was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\nThen I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\nFace melted off the acid\nI bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\nDowntown Brown, Julie Brown\nKnow the hoochies wanna do me now\nDon Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\nYou ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\nBalls off, all the homies by the ball court\nShit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\nI'm not the one for all the small talk\n\nI'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\nBitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\nMike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\nQueens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\nI'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\nI'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\nOr far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\nIt's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\nYou know stress cause niggas to forfeit\nWhen I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\nLost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\nAnd street corners, so many police want us\nLookin' to feast on us\n\nRemember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\nSuckin' their teeth on us\n\nI touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\nSpike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\nGot no class like a nigga that skipped school\nFix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\nThe block gleam every time that a cop scream\nOn the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\nLooks like they caught me red-handed\nWhen I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\nAnd I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\nWatch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\nAnd I want all the ends\nFor my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\nFake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\nGet out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\nThe happiest days of my life been taken from me\nNow I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\nI don't think this chain fit me right\nGot a couple loose screws so I write\nRight brain trippy like...\nAnd I should let you finish too\nI'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\nNow you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\nThey still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.06] Uh, chillin' in the 6\n[00:09.32] Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n[00:11.65] Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n[00:14.25] Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n[00:17.08] Got me gradually gettin' chips\n[00:18.38] All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n[00:20.66] If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n[00:22.87] As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n[00:25.26] Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n[00:28.22] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:31.11] Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n[00:33.65] Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n[00:36.24] Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n[00:38.88] Standin' at my window with my full clip\n[00:41.45] Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n[00:44.19] Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n[00:46.82] R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n[00:51.08] I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:58.93] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:02.48] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:04.55] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:07.83] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:09.87] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:11.77] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n[01:13.75] It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n[01:16.36] Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n[01:20.26] Face melted off the acid\n[01:22.15] I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n[01:24.46] Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n[01:26.72] Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n[01:28.29] Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n[01:31.33] You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n[01:34.95] Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n[01:37.54] Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n[01:40.48] I'm not the one for all the small talk\n[01:42.53] I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n[01:45.62] Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n[01:48.44] Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n[01:50.90] Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n[01:53.58] I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n[02:17.37] I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n[02:20.33] Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n[02:22.73] It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n[02:25.32] You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n[02:27.71] When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n[02:30.59] Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n[02:33.01] And street corners, so many police want us\n[02:35.93] Lookin' to feast on us\n[02:37.48] Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n[02:39.95] Suckin' their teeth on us\n[02:41.42] I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n[02:43.52] Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n[02:46.68] Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n[02:49.49] Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n[02:52.00] The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n[02:54.63] On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n[02:57.36] Looks like they caught me red-handed\n[03:21.06] When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n[03:24.19] And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n[03:26.92] Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n[03:29.58] And I want all the ends\n[03:31.98] For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n[03:34.76] Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n[03:37.23] Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n[03:40.13] The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n[03:43.14] Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n[03:45.57] I don't think this chain fit me right\n[03:48.55] Got a couple loose screws so I write\n[03:50.49] Right brain trippy like...\n[03:51.88] And I should let you finish too\n[03:54.73] I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n[03:57.66] Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n[03:59.80] They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n[04:02.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs, Madlib, Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$\n  album: Knicks Remix\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  start_ms: 7060\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  start_ms: 14250\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 22870\n- text: As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  start_ms: 22870\n  end_ms: 25260\n- text: Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31110\n- text: Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  start_ms: 31110\n  end_ms: 33650\n- text: Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  start_ms: 33650\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41450\n- text: Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  start_ms: 41450\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 58930\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 58930\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 67830\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 67830\n  end_ms: 69870\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 69870\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76360\n- text: Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  start_ms: 76360\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Face melted off the acid\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 86720\n- text: Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  start_ms: 86720\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97540\n- text: Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 97540\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: I'm not the one for all the small talk\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108440\n- text: Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  start_ms: 108440\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 145320\n- text: You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  start_ms: 145320\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150590\n- text: Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  start_ms: 150590\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: And street corners, so many police want us\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155930\n- text: Lookin' to feast on us\n  start_ms: 155930\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: Suckin' their teeth on us\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 174630\n- text: On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n  start_ms: 174630\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: And I want all the ends\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217230\n- text: Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  start_ms: 217230\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: I don't think this chain fit me right\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228550\n- text: Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  start_ms: 228550\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Right brain trippy like...\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: And I should let you finish too\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 234730\n- text: I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  start_ms: 234730\n  end_ms: 237660\n- text: Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  start_ms: 237660\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 242770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242770\nplain: |-\n  Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\n  I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  Face melted off the acid\n  I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  I'm not the one for all the small talk\n\n  I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\n  I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  And street corners, so many police want us\n  Lookin' to feast on us\n\n  Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  Suckin' their teeth on us\n\n  I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\n  Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  And I want all the ends\n  For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  I don't think this chain fit me right\n  Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  Right brain trippy like...\n  And I should let you finish too\n  I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n"},{"id":14126677,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs, Madlib, Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom","albumName":"Knicks Remix","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, chillin' in the 6\nSmokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\nYoung and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\nStove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\nGot me gradually gettin' chips\nAll my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\nIf you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\nAs he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\nTook a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nElementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\nMultiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\nSmokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\nStandin' at my window with my full clip\nMalcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\nAnother Darren Wilson get a badge every week\nR.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\nI guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nSame night Chris Childs punched Kobe\nIt was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\nThen I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\nFace melted off the acid\nI bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\nDowntown Brown, Julie Brown\nKnow the hoochies wanna do me now\nDon Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\nYou ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\nBalls off, all the homies by the ball court\nShit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\nI'm not the one for all the small talk\n\nI'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\nBitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\nMike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\nQueens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\nI'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\nI'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\nOr far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\nIt's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\nYou know stress cause niggas to forfeit\nWhen I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\nLost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\nAnd street corners, so many police want us\nLookin' to feast on us\n\nRemember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\nSuckin' their teeth on us\n\nI touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\nSpike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\nGot no class like a nigga that skipped school\nFix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\nThe block gleam every time that a cop scream\nOn the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\nLooks like they caught me red-handed\nWhen I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\nAnd I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\nWatch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\nAnd I want all the ends\nFor my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\nFake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\nGet out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\nThe happiest days of my life been taken from me\nNow I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\nI don't think this chain fit me right\nGot a couple loose screws so I write\nRight brain trippy like...\nAnd I should let you finish too\nI'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\nNow you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\nThey still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.06] Uh, chillin' in the 6\n[00:09.32] Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n[00:11.65] Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n[00:14.25] Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n[00:17.08] Got me gradually gettin' chips\n[00:18.38] All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n[00:20.66] If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n[00:22.87] As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n[00:25.26] Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n[00:28.22] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:31.11] Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n[00:33.65] Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n[00:36.24] Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n[00:38.88] Standin' at my window with my full clip\n[00:41.45] Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n[00:44.19] Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n[00:46.82] R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n[00:51.08] I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:58.93] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:02.48] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:04.55] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:07.83] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:09.87] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:11.77] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n[01:13.75] It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n[01:16.36] Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n[01:20.26] Face melted off the acid\n[01:22.15] I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n[01:24.46] Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n[01:26.72] Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n[01:28.29] Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n[01:31.33] You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n[01:34.95] Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n[01:37.54] Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n[01:40.48] I'm not the one for all the small talk\n[01:42.53] I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n[01:45.62] Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n[01:48.44] Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n[01:50.90] Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n[01:53.58] I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n[02:17.37] I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n[02:20.33] Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n[02:22.73] It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n[02:25.32] You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n[02:27.71] When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n[02:30.59] Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n[02:33.01] And street corners, so many police want us\n[02:35.93] Lookin' to feast on us\n[02:37.48] Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n[02:39.95] Suckin' their teeth on us\n[02:41.42] I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n[02:43.52] Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n[02:46.68] Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n[02:49.49] Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n[02:52.00] The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n[02:54.63] On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n[02:57.36] Looks like they caught me red-handed\n[03:21.06] When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n[03:24.19] And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n[03:26.92] Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n[03:29.58] And I want all the ends\n[03:31.98] For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n[03:34.76] Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n[03:37.23] Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n[03:40.13] The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n[03:43.14] Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n[03:45.57] I don't think this chain fit me right\n[03:48.55] Got a couple loose screws so I write\n[03:50.49] Right brain trippy like...\n[03:51.88] And I should let you finish too\n[03:54.73] I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n[03:57.66] Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n[03:59.80] They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n[04:02.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs, Madlib, Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom\n  album: Knicks Remix\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  start_ms: 7060\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  start_ms: 14250\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 22870\n- text: As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  start_ms: 22870\n  end_ms: 25260\n- text: Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31110\n- text: Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  start_ms: 31110\n  end_ms: 33650\n- text: Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  start_ms: 33650\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41450\n- text: Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  start_ms: 41450\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 58930\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 58930\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 67830\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 67830\n  end_ms: 69870\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 69870\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76360\n- text: Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  start_ms: 76360\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Face melted off the acid\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 86720\n- text: Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  start_ms: 86720\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97540\n- text: Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 97540\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: I'm not the one for all the small talk\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108440\n- text: Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  start_ms: 108440\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 145320\n- text: You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  start_ms: 145320\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150590\n- text: Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  start_ms: 150590\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: And street corners, so many police want us\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155930\n- text: Lookin' to feast on us\n  start_ms: 155930\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: Suckin' their teeth on us\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 174630\n- text: On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n  start_ms: 174630\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: And I want all the ends\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217230\n- text: Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  start_ms: 217230\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: I don't think this chain fit me right\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228550\n- text: Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  start_ms: 228550\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Right brain trippy like...\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: And I should let you finish too\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 234730\n- text: I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  start_ms: 234730\n  end_ms: 237660\n- text: Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  start_ms: 237660\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 242770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242770\nplain: |-\n  Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\n  I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  Face melted off the acid\n  I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  I'm not the one for all the small talk\n\n  I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\n  I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  And street corners, so many police want us\n  Lookin' to feast on us\n\n  Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  Suckin' their teeth on us\n\n  I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\n  Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  And I want all the ends\n  For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  I don't think this chain fit me right\n  Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  Right brain trippy like...\n  And I should let you finish too\n  I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n"},{"id":9832617,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom","albumName":"Knicks Remix EP","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, chillin' in the 6\nSmokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\nYoung and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\nStove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\nGot me gradually gettin' chips\nAll my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\nIf you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\nAs he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\nTook a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nElementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\nMultiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\nSmokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\nStandin' at my window with my full clip\nMalcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\nAnother Darren Wilson get a badge every week\nR.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\nI guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nSame night Chris Childs punched Kobe\nIt was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\nThen I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\nFace melted off the acid\nI bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\nDowntown Brown, Julie Brown\nKnow the hoochies wanna do me now\nDon Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\nYou ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\nBalls off, all the homies by the ball court\nShit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\nI'm not the one for all the small talk\n\nI'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\nBitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\nMike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\nQueens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\nI'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\nI'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\nOr far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\nIt's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\nYou know stress cause niggas to forfeit\nWhen I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\nLost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\nAnd street corners, so many police want us\nLookin' to feast on us\n\nRemember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\nSuckin' their teeth on us\n\nI touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\nSpike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\nGot no class like a nigga that skipped school\nFix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\nThe block gleam every time that a cop scream\nOn the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\nLooks like they caught me red-handed\nWhen I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\nAnd I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\nWatch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\nAnd I want all the ends\nFor my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\nFake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\nGet out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\nThe happiest days of my life been taken from me\nNow I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\nI don't think this chain fit me right\nGot a couple loose screws so I write\nRight brain trippy like...\nAnd I should let you finish too\nI'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\nNow you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\nThey still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.06] Uh, chillin' in the 6\n[00:09.32] Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n[00:11.65] Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n[00:14.25] Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n[00:17.08] Got me gradually gettin' chips\n[00:18.38] All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n[00:20.66] If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n[00:22.87] As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n[00:25.26] Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n[00:28.22] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:31.11] Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n[00:33.65] Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n[00:36.24] Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n[00:38.88] Standin' at my window with my full clip\n[00:41.45] Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n[00:44.19] Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n[00:46.82] R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n[00:51.08] I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:58.93] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:02.48] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:04.55] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:07.83] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:09.87] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:11.77] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n[01:13.75] It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n[01:16.36] Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n[01:20.26] Face melted off the acid\n[01:22.15] I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n[01:24.46] Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n[01:26.72] Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n[01:28.29] Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n[01:31.33] You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n[01:34.95] Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n[01:37.54] Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n[01:40.48] I'm not the one for all the small talk\n[01:42.53] I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n[01:45.62] Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n[01:48.44] Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n[01:50.90] Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n[01:53.58] I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n[02:17.37] I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n[02:20.33] Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n[02:22.73] It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n[02:25.32] You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n[02:27.71] When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n[02:30.59] Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n[02:33.01] And street corners, so many police want us\n[02:35.93] Lookin' to feast on us\n[02:37.48] Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n[02:39.95] Suckin' their teeth on us\n[02:41.42] I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n[02:43.52] Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n[02:46.68] Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n[02:49.49] Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n[02:52.00] The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n[02:54.63] On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n[02:57.36] Looks like they caught me red-handed\n[03:21.06] When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n[03:24.19] And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n[03:26.92] Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n[03:29.58] And I want all the ends\n[03:31.98] For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n[03:34.76] Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n[03:37.23] Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n[03:40.13] The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n[03:43.14] Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n[03:45.57] I don't think this chain fit me right\n[03:48.55] Got a couple loose screws so I write\n[03:50.49] Right brain trippy like...\n[03:51.88] And I should let you finish too\n[03:54.73] I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n[03:57.66] Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n[03:59.80] They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n[04:02.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom\n  album: Knicks Remix EP\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  start_ms: 7060\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  start_ms: 14250\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 22870\n- text: As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  start_ms: 22870\n  end_ms: 25260\n- text: Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31110\n- text: Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  start_ms: 31110\n  end_ms: 33650\n- text: Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  start_ms: 33650\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41450\n- text: Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  start_ms: 41450\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 58930\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 58930\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 67830\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 67830\n  end_ms: 69870\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 69870\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76360\n- text: Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  start_ms: 76360\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Face melted off the acid\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 86720\n- text: Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  start_ms: 86720\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97540\n- text: Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 97540\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: I'm not the one for all the small talk\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108440\n- text: Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  start_ms: 108440\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 145320\n- text: You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  start_ms: 145320\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150590\n- text: Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  start_ms: 150590\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: And street corners, so many police want us\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155930\n- text: Lookin' to feast on us\n  start_ms: 155930\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: Suckin' their teeth on us\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 174630\n- text: On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n  start_ms: 174630\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: And I want all the ends\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217230\n- text: Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  start_ms: 217230\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: I don't think this chain fit me right\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228550\n- text: Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  start_ms: 228550\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Right brain trippy like...\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: And I should let you finish too\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 234730\n- text: I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  start_ms: 234730\n  end_ms: 237660\n- text: Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  start_ms: 237660\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 242770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242770\nplain: |-\n  Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\n  I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  Face melted off the acid\n  I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  I'm not the one for all the small talk\n\n  I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\n  I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  And street corners, so many police want us\n  Lookin' to feast on us\n\n  Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  Suckin' their teeth on us\n\n  I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\n  Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  And I want all the ends\n  For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  I don't think this chain fit me right\n  Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  Right brain trippy like...\n  And I should let you finish too\n  I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n"},{"id":14126675,"name":"Knicks (remix)","trackName":"Knicks (remix)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs, Madlib, Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom","albumName":"Knicks Remix","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, chillin' in the 6\nSmokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\nYoung and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\nStove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\nGot me gradually gettin' chips\nAll my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\nIf you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\nAs he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\nTook a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nElementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\nMultiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\nSmokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\nStandin' at my window with my full clip\nMalcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\nAnother Darren Wilson get a badge every week\nR.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\nI guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nSame night Chris Childs punched Kobe\nIt was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\nThen I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\nFace melted off the acid\nI bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\nDowntown Brown, Julie Brown\nKnow the hoochies wanna do me now\nDon Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\nYou ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\nBalls off, all the homies by the ball court\nShit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\nI'm not the one for all the small talk\n\nI'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\nBitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\nMike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\nQueens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\nI'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\nI'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\nOr far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\nIt's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\nYou know stress cause niggas to forfeit\nWhen I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\nLost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\nAnd street corners, so many police want us\nLookin' to feast on us\n\nRemember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\nSuckin' their teeth on us\n\nI touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\nSpike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\nGot no class like a nigga that skipped school\nFix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\nThe block gleam every time that a cop scream\nOn the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\nLooks like they caught me red-handed\nWhen I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\nAnd I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\nWatch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\nAnd I want all the ends\nFor my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\nFake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\nGet out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\nThe happiest days of my life been taken from me\nNow I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\nI don't think this chain fit me right\nGot a couple loose screws so I write\nRight brain trippy like...\nAnd I should let you finish too\nI'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\nNow you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\nThey still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.06] Uh, chillin' in the 6\n[00:09.32] Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n[00:11.65] Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n[00:14.25] Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n[00:17.08] Got me gradually gettin' chips\n[00:18.38] All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n[00:20.66] If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n[00:22.87] As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n[00:25.26] Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n[00:28.22] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:31.11] Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n[00:33.65] Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n[00:36.24] Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n[00:38.88] Standin' at my window with my full clip\n[00:41.45] Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n[00:44.19] Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n[00:46.82] R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n[00:51.08] I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:58.93] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:02.48] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:04.55] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:07.83] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:09.87] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:11.77] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n[01:13.75] It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n[01:16.36] Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n[01:20.26] Face melted off the acid\n[01:22.15] I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n[01:24.46] Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n[01:26.72] Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n[01:28.29] Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n[01:31.33] You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n[01:34.95] Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n[01:37.54] Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n[01:40.48] I'm not the one for all the small talk\n[01:42.53] I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n[01:45.62] Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n[01:48.44] Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n[01:50.90] Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n[01:53.58] I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n[02:17.37] I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n[02:20.33] Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n[02:22.73] It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n[02:25.32] You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n[02:27.71] When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n[02:30.59] Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n[02:33.01] And street corners, so many police want us\n[02:35.93] Lookin' to feast on us\n[02:37.48] Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n[02:39.95] Suckin' their teeth on us\n[02:41.42] I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n[02:43.52] Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n[02:46.68] Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n[02:49.49] Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n[02:52.00] The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n[02:54.63] On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n[02:57.36] Looks like they caught me red-handed\n[03:21.06] When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n[03:24.19] And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n[03:26.92] Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n[03:29.58] And I want all the ends\n[03:31.98] For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n[03:34.76] Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n[03:37.23] Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n[03:40.13] The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n[03:43.14] Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n[03:45.57] I don't think this chain fit me right\n[03:48.55] Got a couple loose screws so I write\n[03:50.49] Right brain trippy like...\n[03:51.88] And I should let you finish too\n[03:54.73] I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n[03:57.66] Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n[03:59.80] They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n[04:02.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks (remix)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs, Madlib, Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom\n  album: Knicks Remix\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  start_ms: 7060\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  start_ms: 14250\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 22870\n- text: As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  start_ms: 22870\n  end_ms: 25260\n- text: Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31110\n- text: Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  start_ms: 31110\n  end_ms: 33650\n- text: Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  start_ms: 33650\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41450\n- text: Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  start_ms: 41450\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 58930\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 58930\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 67830\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 67830\n  end_ms: 69870\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 69870\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76360\n- text: Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  start_ms: 76360\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Face melted off the acid\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 86720\n- text: Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  start_ms: 86720\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97540\n- text: Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 97540\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: I'm not the one for all the small talk\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108440\n- text: Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  start_ms: 108440\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 145320\n- text: You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  start_ms: 145320\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150590\n- text: Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  start_ms: 150590\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: And street corners, so many police want us\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155930\n- text: Lookin' to feast on us\n  start_ms: 155930\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: Suckin' their teeth on us\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 174630\n- text: On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n  start_ms: 174630\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: And I want all the ends\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217230\n- text: Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  start_ms: 217230\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: I don't think this chain fit me right\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228550\n- text: Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  start_ms: 228550\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Right brain trippy like...\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: And I should let you finish too\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 234730\n- text: I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  start_ms: 234730\n  end_ms: 237660\n- text: Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  start_ms: 237660\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 242770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242770\nplain: |-\n  Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\n  I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  Face melted off the acid\n  I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  I'm not the one for all the small talk\n\n  I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\n  I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  And street corners, so many police want us\n  Lookin' to feast on us\n\n  Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  Suckin' their teeth on us\n\n  I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\n  Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  And I want all the ends\n  For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  I don't think this chain fit me right\n  Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  Right brain trippy like...\n  And I should let you finish too\n  I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n"},{"id":36497152,"name":"Knicks (remix)","trackName":"Knicks (remix)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom","albumName":"Knicks Remix","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, chillin' in the 6\nSmokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\nYoung and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\nStove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\nGot me gradually gettin' chips\nAll my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\nIf you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\nAs he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\nTook a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nElementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\nMultiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\nSmokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\nStandin' at my window with my full clip\nMalcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\nAnother Darren Wilson get a badge every week\nR.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\nI guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nSame night Chris Childs punched Kobe\nIt was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\nThen I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\nFace melted off the acid\nI bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\nDowntown Brown, Julie Brown\nKnow the hoochies wanna do me now\nDon Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\nYou ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\nBalls off, all the homies by the ball court\nShit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\nI'm not the one for all the small talk\n\nI'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\nBitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\nMike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\nQueens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\nI'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\nI'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\nOr far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\nIt's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\nYou know stress cause niggas to forfeit\nWhen I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\nLost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\nAnd street corners, so many police want us\nLookin' to feast on us\n\nRemember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\nSuckin' their teeth on us\n\nI touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\nSpike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\nGot no class like a nigga that skipped school\nFix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\nThe block gleam every time that a cop scream\nOn the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\nLooks like they caught me red-handed\nWhen I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\nAnd I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\nWatch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\nAnd I want all the ends\nFor my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\nFake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\nGet out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\nThe happiest days of my life been taken from me\nNow I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\nI don't think this chain fit me right\nGot a couple loose screws so I write\nRight brain trippy like...\nAnd I should let you finish too\nI'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\nNow you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\nThey still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.06] Uh, chillin' in the 6\n[00:09.32] Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n[00:11.65] Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n[00:14.25] Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n[00:17.08] Got me gradually gettin' chips\n[00:18.38] All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n[00:20.66] If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n[00:22.87] As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n[00:25.26] Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n[00:28.22] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:31.11] Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n[00:33.65] Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n[00:36.24] Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n[00:38.88] Standin' at my window with my full clip\n[00:41.45] Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n[00:44.19] Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n[00:46.82] R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n[00:51.08] I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:58.93] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:02.48] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:04.55] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:07.83] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:09.87] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:11.77] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n[01:13.75] It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n[01:16.36] Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n[01:20.26] Face melted off the acid\n[01:22.15] I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n[01:24.46] Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n[01:26.72] Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n[01:28.29] Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n[01:31.33] You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n[01:34.95] Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n[01:37.54] Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n[01:40.48] I'm not the one for all the small talk\n[01:42.53] I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n[01:45.62] Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n[01:48.44] Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n[01:50.90] Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n[01:53.58] I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n[02:17.37] I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n[02:20.33] Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n[02:22.73] It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n[02:25.32] You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n[02:27.71] When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n[02:30.59] Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n[02:33.01] And street corners, so many police want us\n[02:35.93] Lookin' to feast on us\n[02:37.48] Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n[02:39.95] Suckin' their teeth on us\n[02:41.42] I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n[02:43.52] Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n[02:46.68] Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n[02:49.49] Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n[02:52.00] The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n[02:54.63] On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n[02:57.36] Looks like they caught me red-handed\n[03:21.06] When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n[03:24.19] And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n[03:26.92] Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n[03:29.58] And I want all the ends\n[03:31.98] For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n[03:34.76] Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n[03:37.23] Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n[03:40.13] The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n[03:43.14] Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n[03:45.57] I don't think this chain fit me right\n[03:48.55] Got a couple loose screws so I write\n[03:50.49] Right brain trippy like...\n[03:51.88] And I should let you finish too\n[03:54.73] I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n[03:57.66] Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n[03:59.80] They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n[04:02.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks (remix)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom\n  album: Knicks Remix\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  start_ms: 7060\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  start_ms: 14250\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 22870\n- text: As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  start_ms: 22870\n  end_ms: 25260\n- text: Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31110\n- text: Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  start_ms: 31110\n  end_ms: 33650\n- text: Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  start_ms: 33650\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41450\n- text: Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  start_ms: 41450\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 58930\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 58930\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 67830\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 67830\n  end_ms: 69870\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 69870\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76360\n- text: Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  start_ms: 76360\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Face melted off the acid\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 86720\n- text: Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  start_ms: 86720\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97540\n- text: Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 97540\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: I'm not the one for all the small talk\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108440\n- text: Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  start_ms: 108440\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 145320\n- text: You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  start_ms: 145320\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150590\n- text: Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  start_ms: 150590\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: And street corners, so many police want us\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155930\n- text: Lookin' to feast on us\n  start_ms: 155930\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: Suckin' their teeth on us\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 174630\n- text: On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n  start_ms: 174630\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: And I want all the ends\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217230\n- text: Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  start_ms: 217230\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: I don't think this chain fit me right\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228550\n- text: Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  start_ms: 228550\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Right brain trippy like...\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: And I should let you finish too\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 234730\n- text: I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  start_ms: 234730\n  end_ms: 237660\n- text: Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  start_ms: 237660\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 242770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242770\nplain: |-\n  Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\n  I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  Face melted off the acid\n  I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  I'm not the one for all the small talk\n\n  I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\n  I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  And street corners, so many police want us\n  Lookin' to feast on us\n\n  Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  Suckin' their teeth on us\n\n  I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\n  Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  And I want all the ends\n  For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  I don't think this chain fit me right\n  Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  Right brain trippy like...\n  And I should let you finish too\n  I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n"},{"id":9832616,"name":"Knicks (remix)","trackName":"Knicks (remix)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom","albumName":"Knicks Remix EP","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, chillin' in the 6\nSmokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\nYoung and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\nStove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\nGot me gradually gettin' chips\nAll my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\nIf you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\nAs he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\nTook a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nElementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\nMultiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\nSmokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\nStandin' at my window with my full clip\nMalcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\nAnother Darren Wilson get a badge every week\nR.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\nI guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nSame night Chris Childs punched Kobe\nIt was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\nThen I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\nFace melted off the acid\nI bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\nDowntown Brown, Julie Brown\nKnow the hoochies wanna do me now\nDon Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\nYou ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\nBalls off, all the homies by the ball court\nShit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\nI'm not the one for all the small talk\n\nI'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\nBitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\nMike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\nQueens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\nI'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\nI'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\nOr far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\nIt's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\nYou know stress cause niggas to forfeit\nWhen I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\nLost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\nAnd street corners, so many police want us\nLookin' to feast on us\n\nRemember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\nSuckin' their teeth on us\n\nI touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\nSpike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\nGot no class like a nigga that skipped school\nFix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\nThe block gleam every time that a cop scream\nOn the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\nLooks like they caught me red-handed\nWhen I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\nAnd I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\nWatch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\nAnd I want all the ends\nFor my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\nFake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\nGet out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\nThe happiest days of my life been taken from me\nNow I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\nI don't think this chain fit me right\nGot a couple loose screws so I write\nRight brain trippy like...\nAnd I should let you finish too\nI'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\nNow you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\nThey still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.06] Uh, chillin' in the 6\n[00:09.32] Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n[00:11.65] Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n[00:14.25] Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n[00:17.08] Got me gradually gettin' chips\n[00:18.38] All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n[00:20.66] If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n[00:22.87] As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n[00:25.26] Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n[00:28.22] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:31.11] Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n[00:33.65] Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n[00:36.24] Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n[00:38.88] Standin' at my window with my full clip\n[00:41.45] Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n[00:44.19] Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n[00:46.82] R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n[00:51.08] I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:58.93] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:02.48] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:04.55] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:07.83] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:09.87] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:11.77] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n[01:13.75] It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n[01:16.36] Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n[01:20.26] Face melted off the acid\n[01:22.15] I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n[01:24.46] Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n[01:26.72] Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n[01:28.29] Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n[01:31.33] You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n[01:34.95] Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n[01:37.54] Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n[01:40.48] I'm not the one for all the small talk\n[01:42.53] I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n[01:45.62] Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n[01:48.44] Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n[01:50.90] Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n[01:53.58] I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n[02:17.37] I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n[02:20.33] Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n[02:22.73] It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n[02:25.32] You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n[02:27.71] When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n[02:30.59] Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n[02:33.01] And street corners, so many police want us\n[02:35.93] Lookin' to feast on us\n[02:37.48] Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n[02:39.95] Suckin' their teeth on us\n[02:41.42] I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n[02:43.52] Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n[02:46.68] Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n[02:49.49] Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n[02:52.00] The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n[02:54.63] On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n[02:57.36] Looks like they caught me red-handed\n[03:21.06] When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n[03:24.19] And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n[03:26.92] Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n[03:29.58] And I want all the ends\n[03:31.98] For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n[03:34.76] Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n[03:37.23] Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n[03:40.13] The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n[03:43.14] Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n[03:45.57] I don't think this chain fit me right\n[03:48.55] Got a couple loose screws so I write\n[03:50.49] Right brain trippy like...\n[03:51.88] And I should let you finish too\n[03:54.73] I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n[03:57.66] Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n[03:59.80] They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n[04:02.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks (remix)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom\n  album: Knicks Remix EP\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  start_ms: 7060\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  start_ms: 14250\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 22870\n- text: As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  start_ms: 22870\n  end_ms: 25260\n- text: Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31110\n- text: Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  start_ms: 31110\n  end_ms: 33650\n- text: Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  start_ms: 33650\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41450\n- text: Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  start_ms: 41450\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 58930\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 58930\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 67830\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 67830\n  end_ms: 69870\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 69870\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76360\n- text: Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  start_ms: 76360\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Face melted off the acid\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 86720\n- text: Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  start_ms: 86720\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97540\n- text: Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 97540\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: I'm not the one for all the small talk\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108440\n- text: Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  start_ms: 108440\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 145320\n- text: You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  start_ms: 145320\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150590\n- text: Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  start_ms: 150590\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: And street corners, so many police want us\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155930\n- text: Lookin' to feast on us\n  start_ms: 155930\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: Suckin' their teeth on us\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 174630\n- text: On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n  start_ms: 174630\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: And I want all the ends\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217230\n- text: Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  start_ms: 217230\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: I don't think this chain fit me right\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228550\n- text: Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  start_ms: 228550\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Right brain trippy like...\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: And I should let you finish too\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 234730\n- text: I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  start_ms: 234730\n  end_ms: 237660\n- text: Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  start_ms: 237660\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 242770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242770\nplain: |-\n  Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\n  I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  Face melted off the acid\n  I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  I'm not the one for all the small talk\n\n  I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\n  I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  And street corners, so many police want us\n  Lookin' to feast on us\n\n  Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  Suckin' their teeth on us\n\n  I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\n  Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  And I want all the ends\n  For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  I don't think this chain fit me right\n  Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  Right brain trippy like...\n  And I should let you finish too\n  I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n"},{"id":14092703,"name":"Knicks Remix (feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom)","trackName":"Knicks Remix (feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib","albumName":"Knicks Remix - EP","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, chillin' in the 6\nSmokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\nYoung and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\nStove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\nGot me gradually gettin' chips\nAll my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\nIf you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\nAs he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\nTook a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nElementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\nMultiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\nSmokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\nStandin' at my window with my full clip\nMalcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\nAnother Darren Wilson get a badge every week\nR.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\nI guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nSame night Chris Childs punched Kobe\nIt was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\nThen I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\nFace melted off the acid\nI bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\nDowntown Brown, Julie Brown\nKnow the hoochies wanna do me now\nDon Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\nYou ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\nBalls off, all the homies by the ball court\nShit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\nI'm not the one for all the small talk\n\nI'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\nBitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\nMike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\nQueens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\nI'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\nI'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\nOr far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\nIt's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\nYou know stress cause niggas to forfeit\nWhen I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\nLost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\nAnd street corners, so many police want us\nLookin' to feast on us\n\nRemember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\nSuckin' their teeth on us\n\nI touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\nSpike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\nGot no class like a nigga that skipped school\nFix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\nThe block gleam every time that a cop scream\nOn the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\nLooks like they caught me red-handed\nWhen I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\nAnd I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\nWatch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\nAnd I want all the ends\nFor my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\nFake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\nGet out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\nThe happiest days of my life been taken from me\nNow I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\nI don't think this chain fit me right\nGot a couple loose screws so I write\nRight brain trippy like...\nAnd I should let you finish too\nI'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\nNow you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\nThey still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.06] Uh, chillin' in the 6\n[00:09.32] Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n[00:11.65] Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n[00:14.25] Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n[00:17.08] Got me gradually gettin' chips\n[00:18.38] All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n[00:20.66] If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n[00:22.87] As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n[00:25.26] Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n[00:28.22] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:31.11] Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n[00:33.65] Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n[00:36.24] Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n[00:38.88] Standin' at my window with my full clip\n[00:41.45] Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n[00:44.19] Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n[00:46.82] R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n[00:51.08] I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:58.93] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:02.48] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:04.55] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:07.83] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:09.87] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:11.77] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n[01:13.75] It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n[01:16.36] Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n[01:20.26] Face melted off the acid\n[01:22.15] I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n[01:24.46] Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n[01:26.72] Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n[01:28.29] Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n[01:31.33] You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n[01:34.95] Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n[01:37.54] Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n[01:40.48] I'm not the one for all the small talk\n[01:42.53] I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n[01:45.62] Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n[01:48.44] Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n[01:50.90] Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n[01:53.58] I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n[02:17.37] I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n[02:20.33] Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n[02:22.73] It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n[02:25.32] You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n[02:27.71] When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n[02:30.59] Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n[02:33.01] And street corners, so many police want us\n[02:35.93] Lookin' to feast on us\n[02:37.48] Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n[02:39.95] Suckin' their teeth on us\n[02:41.42] I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n[02:43.52] Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n[02:46.68] Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n[02:49.49] Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n[02:52.00] The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n[02:54.63] On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n[02:57.36] Looks like they caught me red-handed\n[03:21.06] When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n[03:24.19] And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n[03:26.92] Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n[03:29.58] And I want all the ends\n[03:31.98] For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n[03:34.76] Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n[03:37.23] Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n[03:40.13] The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n[03:43.14] Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n[03:45.57] I don't think this chain fit me right\n[03:48.55] Got a couple loose screws so I write\n[03:50.49] Right brain trippy like...\n[03:51.88] And I should let you finish too\n[03:54.73] I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n[03:57.66] Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n[03:59.80] They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n[04:02.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks Remix (feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib\n  album: Knicks Remix - EP\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  start_ms: 7060\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  start_ms: 14250\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 22870\n- text: As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  start_ms: 22870\n  end_ms: 25260\n- text: Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31110\n- text: Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  start_ms: 31110\n  end_ms: 33650\n- text: Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  start_ms: 33650\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41450\n- text: Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  start_ms: 41450\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 58930\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 58930\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 67830\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 67830\n  end_ms: 69870\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 69870\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76360\n- text: Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  start_ms: 76360\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Face melted off the acid\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 86720\n- text: Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  start_ms: 86720\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97540\n- text: Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 97540\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: I'm not the one for all the small talk\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108440\n- text: Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  start_ms: 108440\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 145320\n- text: You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  start_ms: 145320\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150590\n- text: Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  start_ms: 150590\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: And street corners, so many police want us\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155930\n- text: Lookin' to feast on us\n  start_ms: 155930\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: Suckin' their teeth on us\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 174630\n- text: On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n  start_ms: 174630\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: And I want all the ends\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217230\n- text: Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  start_ms: 217230\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: I don't think this chain fit me right\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228550\n- text: Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  start_ms: 228550\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Right brain trippy like...\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: And I should let you finish too\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 234730\n- text: I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  start_ms: 234730\n  end_ms: 237660\n- text: Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  start_ms: 237660\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 242770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242770\nplain: |-\n  Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\n  I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  Face melted off the acid\n  I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  I'm not the one for all the small talk\n\n  I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\n  I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  And street corners, so many police want us\n  Lookin' to feast on us\n\n  Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  Suckin' their teeth on us\n\n  I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\n  Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  And I want all the ends\n  For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  I don't think this chain fit me right\n  Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  Right brain trippy like...\n  And I should let you finish too\n  I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n"},{"id":36979626,"name":"Knicks (Remix) (Feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom)","trackName":"Knicks (Remix) (Feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib","albumName":"Knicks Remix 12″ EP","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, chillin' in the 6\nSmokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\nYoung and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\nStove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\nGot me gradually gettin' chips\nAll my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\nIf you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\nAs he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\nTook a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nElementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\nMultiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\nSmokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\nStandin' at my window with my full clip\nMalcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\nAnother Darren Wilson get a badge every week\nR.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\nI guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nReal killer, drug dealer\nI got it sellin' nickel bags\n\nSame night Chris Childs punched Kobe\nIt was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\nThen I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\nFace melted off the acid\nI bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\nDowntown Brown, Julie Brown\nKnow the hoochies wanna do me now\nDon Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\nYou ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\nBalls off, all the homies by the ball court\nShit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\nI'm not the one for all the small talk\n\nI'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\nBitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\nMike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\nQueens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\nI'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\nI'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\nOr far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\nIt's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\nYou know stress cause niggas to forfeit\nWhen I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\nLost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\nAnd street corners, so many police want us\nLookin' to feast on us\n\nRemember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\nSuckin' their teeth on us\n\nI touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\nSpike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\nGot no class like a nigga that skipped school\nFix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\nThe block gleam every time that a cop scream\nOn the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\nLooks like they caught me red-handed\nWhen I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\nAnd I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\nWatch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\nAnd I want all the ends\nFor my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\nFake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\nGet out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\nThe happiest days of my life been taken from me\nNow I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\nI don't think this chain fit me right\nGot a couple loose screws so I write\nRight brain trippy like...\nAnd I should let you finish too\nI'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\nNow you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\nThey still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.06] Uh, chillin' in the 6\n[00:09.32] Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n[00:11.65] Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n[00:14.25] Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n[00:17.08] Got me gradually gettin' chips\n[00:18.38] All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n[00:20.66] If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n[00:22.87] As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n[00:25.26] Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n[00:28.22] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:31.11] Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n[00:33.65] Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n[00:36.24] Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n[00:38.88] Standin' at my window with my full clip\n[00:41.45] Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n[00:44.19] Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n[00:46.82] R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n[00:51.08] I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[00:58.93] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:02.48] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:04.55] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:07.83] Real killer, drug dealer\n[01:09.87] I got it sellin' nickel bags\n[01:11.77] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n[01:13.75] It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n[01:16.36] Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n[01:20.26] Face melted off the acid\n[01:22.15] I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n[01:24.46] Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n[01:26.72] Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n[01:28.29] Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n[01:31.33] You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n[01:34.95] Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n[01:37.54] Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n[01:40.48] I'm not the one for all the small talk\n[01:42.53] I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n[01:45.62] Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n[01:48.44] Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n[01:50.90] Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n[01:53.58] I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n[02:17.37] I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n[02:20.33] Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n[02:22.73] It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n[02:25.32] You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n[02:27.71] When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n[02:30.59] Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n[02:33.01] And street corners, so many police want us\n[02:35.93] Lookin' to feast on us\n[02:37.48] Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n[02:39.95] Suckin' their teeth on us\n[02:41.42] I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n[02:43.52] Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n[02:46.68] Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n[02:49.49] Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n[02:52.00] The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n[02:54.63] On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n[02:57.36] Looks like they caught me red-handed\n[03:21.06] When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n[03:24.19] And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n[03:26.92] Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n[03:29.58] And I want all the ends\n[03:31.98] For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n[03:34.76] Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n[03:37.23] Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n[03:40.13] The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n[03:43.14] Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n[03:45.57] I don't think this chain fit me right\n[03:48.55] Got a couple loose screws so I write\n[03:50.49] Right brain trippy like...\n[03:51.88] And I should let you finish too\n[03:54.73] I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n[03:57.66] Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n[03:59.80] They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n[04:02.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks (Remix) (Feat. Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$ & Ransom)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib\n  album: Knicks Remix 12″ EP\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  start_ms: 7060\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  start_ms: 14250\n  end_ms: 17080\n- text: Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  start_ms: 17080\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 22870\n- text: As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  start_ms: 22870\n  end_ms: 25260\n- text: Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31110\n- text: Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  start_ms: 31110\n  end_ms: 33650\n- text: Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  start_ms: 33650\n  end_ms: 36240\n- text: Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  start_ms: 36240\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41450\n- text: Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  start_ms: 41450\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 58930\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 58930\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 67830\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 67830\n  end_ms: 69870\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 69870\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76360\n- text: Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  start_ms: 76360\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Face melted off the acid\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 84460\n- text: Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  start_ms: 84460\n  end_ms: 86720\n- text: Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  start_ms: 86720\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97540\n- text: Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 97540\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: I'm not the one for all the small talk\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 102530\n- text: I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  start_ms: 102530\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108440\n- text: Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  start_ms: 108440\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 145320\n- text: You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  start_ms: 145320\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150590\n- text: Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  start_ms: 150590\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: And street corners, so many police want us\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155930\n- text: Lookin' to feast on us\n  start_ms: 155930\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: Suckin' their teeth on us\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 174630\n- text: On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n  start_ms: 174630\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: And I want all the ends\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217230\n- text: Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  start_ms: 217230\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: I don't think this chain fit me right\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228550\n- text: Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  start_ms: 228550\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Right brain trippy like...\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: And I should let you finish too\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 234730\n- text: I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  start_ms: 234730\n  end_ms: 237660\n- text: Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  start_ms: 237660\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 242770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242770\nplain: |-\n  Uh, chillin' in the 6\n  Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist\n  Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist\n  Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick\n  Got me gradually gettin' chips\n  All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison\n  If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package\n  As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back\n  Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?\n  Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half\n  Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at?\n  Standin' at my window with my full clip\n  Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked\n  Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week\n  R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch\n\n  I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Real killer, drug dealer\n  I got it sellin' nickel bags\n\n  Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe\n  It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai\n  Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did\n  Face melted off the acid\n  I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia\n  Downtown Brown, Julie Brown\n  Know the hoochies wanna do me now\n  Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson\n  You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?\n  Balls off, all the homies by the ball court\n  Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk\n  I'm not the one for all the small talk\n\n  I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd\n  Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin\n  Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro\n  Queens Center mall by the Sbarro\n\n  I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit\n  I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit\n  Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch\n  It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less\n  You know stress cause niggas to forfeit\n  When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith\n  Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips\n  And street corners, so many police want us\n  Lookin' to feast on us\n\n  Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us\n  Suckin' their teeth on us\n\n  I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz\n  Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move\n  Got no class like a nigga that skipped school\n  Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools\n  The block gleam every time that a cop scream\n  On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace\n\n  Looks like they caught me red-handed\n  When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded\n  And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani\n  Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys\n  And I want all the ends\n  For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience\n  Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient\n  Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again\n  The happiest days of my life been taken from me\n  Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up\n  I don't think this chain fit me right\n  Got a couple loose screws so I write\n  Right brain trippy like...\n  And I should let you finish too\n  I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school\n  Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you\n  They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools\n"},{"id":4197927,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Piñata (Deluxe Edition)","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pippen on the assist\nI'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\nThat was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\nGangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\nWe was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\nFresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\nUncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\nI got it selling nickle bags\nStress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\nMad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\nMurder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\nCause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\nShoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\nAnd I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\nWaking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\nChilling with a bitch\nWatching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\nIn 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\nOnly thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\nIf I see that ho I got a slug for him\nI wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\nI wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\nThis for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\nI'm a lunatic by nature\nYeah, kidnap a family for his paper\nYeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\nYeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.65] Pippen on the assist\n[00:08.99] I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n[00:11.68] That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n[00:14.13] Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n[00:16.76] We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n[00:19.90] Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n[00:22.47] Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n[00:25.28] \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n[00:29.01] I got it selling nickle bags\n[00:30.77] Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n[00:33.40] Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n[00:35.95] Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n[00:38.94] Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n[00:41.75] Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n[00:44.37] And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n[00:46.57] Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n[00:58.44] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n[01:11.97] Chilling with a bitch\n[01:13.17] Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n[01:15.88] In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n[01:18.83] Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n[01:21.43] If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n[01:23.48] I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n[01:26.16] I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n[01:28.82] This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n[01:31.37] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:33.82] Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n[01:36.56] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:39.20] Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n[01:41.67] I'm a lunatic by nature\n[01:43.43] Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n[01:46.26] Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n[01:48.96] Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n[01:52.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Piñata (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pippen on the assist\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11680\n- text: That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  start_ms: 11680\n  end_ms: 14130\n- text: Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  start_ms: 14130\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19900\n- text: Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  start_ms: 19900\n  end_ms: 22470\n- text: Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  start_ms: 22470\n  end_ms: 25280\n- text: '\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me'\n  start_ms: 25280\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: I got it selling nickle bags\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 30770\n- text: Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  start_ms: 30770\n  end_ms: 33400\n- text: Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  start_ms: 33400\n  end_ms: 35950\n- text: Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  start_ms: 35950\n  end_ms: 38940\n- text: Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  start_ms: 38940\n  end_ms: 41750\n- text: Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  start_ms: 41750\n  end_ms: 44370\n- text: And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  start_ms: 44370\n  end_ms: 46570\n- text: Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46570\n  end_ms: 58440\n- text: I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 58440\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: Chilling with a bitch\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 73170\n- text: Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 73170\n  end_ms: 75880\n- text: In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  start_ms: 75880\n  end_ms: 78830\n- text: Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  start_ms: 78830\n  end_ms: 81430\n- text: If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  start_ms: 81430\n  end_ms: 83480\n- text: I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  start_ms: 83480\n  end_ms: 86160\n- text: I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  start_ms: 86160\n  end_ms: 88820\n- text: This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  start_ms: 88820\n  end_ms: 91370\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 91370\n  end_ms: 93820\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 93820\n  end_ms: 96560\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 96560\n  end_ms: 99200\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 99200\n  end_ms: 101670\n- text: I'm a lunatic by nature\n  start_ms: 101670\n  end_ms: 103430\n- text: Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  start_ms: 103430\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108960\n- text: Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  start_ms: 108960\n  end_ms: 112210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 112210\nplain: |-\n  Pippen on the assist\n  I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n  I got it selling nickle bags\n  Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\n  Chilling with a bitch\n  Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n  I'm a lunatic by nature\n  Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n"},{"id":3249408,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Piñata","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pippen on the assist\nI'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\nThat was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\nGangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\nWe was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\nFresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\nUncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n\"When will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\nI got it selling nickle bags\nStress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\nMad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\nMurder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\nCause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\nShoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\nAnd I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\nWaking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch\nChilling with a bitch\nWatching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks\nIn 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\nOnly thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\nIf I see that ho I got a slug for him\nI wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\nI wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\nThis for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays\nI'm a lunatic by nature\nYeah, can't knock the family for this paper\nYeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\nYeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.48] Pippen on the assist\n[00:08.39] I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n[00:11.19] That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n[00:13.71] Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n[00:16.40] We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n[00:19.23] Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n[00:22.07] Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n[00:24.71] \"When will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n[00:29.05] I got it selling nickle bags\n[00:30.32] Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n[00:32.78] Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n[00:35.42] Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n[00:38.03] Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n[00:40.75] Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n[00:43.40] And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n[00:46.12] Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n[00:49.44] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n[01:10.89] Chilling with a bitch\n[01:12.72] Watching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks\n[01:15.30] In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n[01:18.14] Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n[01:20.88] If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n[01:23.02] I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n[01:25.57] I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n[01:28.22] This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n[01:30.93] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:33.31] Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n[01:36.00] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:38.65] Fuck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays\n[01:41.25] I'm a lunatic by nature\n[01:42.58] Yeah, can't knock the family for this paper\n[01:45.56] Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n[01:48.32] Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n[01:51.67] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Piñata\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pippen on the assist\n  start_ms: 6480\n  end_ms: 8390\n- text: I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 8390\n  end_ms: 11190\n- text: That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  start_ms: 11190\n  end_ms: 13710\n- text: Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  start_ms: 13710\n  end_ms: 16400\n- text: We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  start_ms: 16400\n  end_ms: 19230\n- text: Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 24710\n- text: '\"When will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me'\n  start_ms: 24710\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: I got it selling nickle bags\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 32780\n- text: Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  start_ms: 32780\n  end_ms: 35420\n- text: Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  start_ms: 35420\n  end_ms: 38030\n- text: Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  start_ms: 38030\n  end_ms: 40750\n- text: Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  start_ms: 40750\n  end_ms: 43400\n- text: And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  start_ms: 43400\n  end_ms: 46120\n- text: Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46120\n  end_ms: 49440\n- text: I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 49440\n  end_ms: 70890\n- text: Chilling with a bitch\n  start_ms: 70890\n  end_ms: 72720\n- text: Watching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 72720\n  end_ms: 75300\n- text: In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  start_ms: 75300\n  end_ms: 78140\n- text: Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  start_ms: 78140\n  end_ms: 80880\n- text: If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  start_ms: 80880\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85570\n- text: I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  start_ms: 85570\n  end_ms: 88220\n- text: This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  start_ms: 88220\n  end_ms: 90930\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 90930\n  end_ms: 93310\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 93310\n  end_ms: 96000\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 96000\n  end_ms: 98650\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 98650\n  end_ms: 101250\n- text: I'm a lunatic by nature\n  start_ms: 101250\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: Yeah, can't knock the family for this paper\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 108320\n- text: Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  start_ms: 108320\n  end_ms: 111670\n- text: I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 111670\nplain: |-\n  Pippen on the assist\n  I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  \"When will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n  I got it selling nickle bags\n  Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  Chilling with a bitch\n  Watching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks\n  In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays\n  I'm a lunatic by nature\n  Yeah, can't knock the family for this paper\n  Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n"},{"id":10136130,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Piñata Beats","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pippen on the assist\nI'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\nThat was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\nGangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\nWe was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\nFresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\nUncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\nI got it selling nickle bags\nStress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\nMad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\nMurder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\nCause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\nShoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\nAnd I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\nWaking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\nChilling with a bitch\nWatching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\nIn 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\nOnly thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\nIf I see that ho I got a slug for him\nI wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\nI wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\nThis for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\nI'm a lunatic by nature\nYeah, kidnap a family for his paper\nYeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\nYeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.65] Pippen on the assist\n[00:08.99] I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n[00:11.68] That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n[00:14.13] Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n[00:16.76] We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n[00:19.90] Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n[00:22.47] Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n[00:25.28] \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n[00:29.01] I got it selling nickle bags\n[00:30.77] Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n[00:33.40] Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n[00:35.95] Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n[00:38.94] Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n[00:41.75] Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n[00:44.37] And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n[00:46.57] Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n[00:58.44] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n[01:11.97] Chilling with a bitch\n[01:13.17] Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n[01:15.88] In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n[01:18.83] Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n[01:21.43] If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n[01:23.48] I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n[01:26.16] I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n[01:28.82] This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n[01:31.37] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:33.82] Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n[01:36.56] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:39.20] Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n[01:41.67] I'm a lunatic by nature\n[01:43.43] Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n[01:46.26] Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n[01:48.96] Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n[01:52.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Piñata Beats\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pippen on the assist\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11680\n- text: That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  start_ms: 11680\n  end_ms: 14130\n- text: Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  start_ms: 14130\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19900\n- text: Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  start_ms: 19900\n  end_ms: 22470\n- text: Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  start_ms: 22470\n  end_ms: 25280\n- text: '\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me'\n  start_ms: 25280\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: I got it selling nickle bags\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 30770\n- text: Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  start_ms: 30770\n  end_ms: 33400\n- text: Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  start_ms: 33400\n  end_ms: 35950\n- text: Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  start_ms: 35950\n  end_ms: 38940\n- text: Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  start_ms: 38940\n  end_ms: 41750\n- text: Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  start_ms: 41750\n  end_ms: 44370\n- text: And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  start_ms: 44370\n  end_ms: 46570\n- text: Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46570\n  end_ms: 58440\n- text: I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 58440\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: Chilling with a bitch\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 73170\n- text: Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 73170\n  end_ms: 75880\n- text: In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  start_ms: 75880\n  end_ms: 78830\n- text: Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  start_ms: 78830\n  end_ms: 81430\n- text: If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  start_ms: 81430\n  end_ms: 83480\n- text: I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  start_ms: 83480\n  end_ms: 86160\n- text: I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  start_ms: 86160\n  end_ms: 88820\n- text: This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  start_ms: 88820\n  end_ms: 91370\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 91370\n  end_ms: 93820\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 93820\n  end_ms: 96560\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 96560\n  end_ms: 99200\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 99200\n  end_ms: 101670\n- text: I'm a lunatic by nature\n  start_ms: 101670\n  end_ms: 103430\n- text: Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  start_ms: 103430\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108960\n- text: Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  start_ms: 108960\n  end_ms: 112210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 112210\nplain: |-\n  Pippen on the assist\n  I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n  I got it selling nickle bags\n  Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\n  Chilling with a bitch\n  Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n  I'm a lunatic by nature\n  Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n"},{"id":12002945,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Piñata [Limited Edition]","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pippen on the assist\nI'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\nThat was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\nGangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\nWe was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\nFresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\nUncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\nI got it selling nickle bags\nStress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\nMad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\nMurder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\nCause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\nShoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\nAnd I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\nWaking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\nChilling with a bitch\nWatching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\nIn 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\nOnly thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\nIf I see that ho I got a slug for him\nI wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\nI wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\nThis for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\nI'm a lunatic by nature\nYeah, kidnap a family for his paper\nYeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\nYeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.65] Pippen on the assist\n[00:08.99] I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n[00:11.68] That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n[00:14.13] Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n[00:16.76] We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n[00:19.90] Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n[00:22.47] Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n[00:25.28] \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n[00:29.01] I got it selling nickle bags\n[00:30.77] Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n[00:33.40] Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n[00:35.95] Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n[00:38.94] Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n[00:41.75] Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n[00:44.37] And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n[00:46.57] Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n[00:58.44] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n[01:11.97] Chilling with a bitch\n[01:13.17] Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n[01:15.88] In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n[01:18.83] Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n[01:21.43] If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n[01:23.48] I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n[01:26.16] I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n[01:28.82] This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n[01:31.37] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:33.82] Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n[01:36.56] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:39.20] Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n[01:41.67] I'm a lunatic by nature\n[01:43.43] Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n[01:46.26] Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n[01:48.96] Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n[01:52.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Piñata [Limited Edition]\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pippen on the assist\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11680\n- text: That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  start_ms: 11680\n  end_ms: 14130\n- text: Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  start_ms: 14130\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19900\n- text: Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  start_ms: 19900\n  end_ms: 22470\n- text: Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  start_ms: 22470\n  end_ms: 25280\n- text: '\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me'\n  start_ms: 25280\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: I got it selling nickle bags\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 30770\n- text: Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  start_ms: 30770\n  end_ms: 33400\n- text: Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  start_ms: 33400\n  end_ms: 35950\n- text: Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  start_ms: 35950\n  end_ms: 38940\n- text: Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  start_ms: 38940\n  end_ms: 41750\n- text: Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  start_ms: 41750\n  end_ms: 44370\n- text: And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  start_ms: 44370\n  end_ms: 46570\n- text: Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46570\n  end_ms: 58440\n- text: I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 58440\n  end_ms: 71970\n- text: Chilling with a bitch\n  start_ms: 71970\n  end_ms: 73170\n- text: Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 73170\n  end_ms: 75880\n- text: In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  start_ms: 75880\n  end_ms: 78830\n- text: Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  start_ms: 78830\n  end_ms: 81430\n- text: If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  start_ms: 81430\n  end_ms: 83480\n- text: I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  start_ms: 83480\n  end_ms: 86160\n- text: I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  start_ms: 86160\n  end_ms: 88820\n- text: This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  start_ms: 88820\n  end_ms: 91370\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 91370\n  end_ms: 93820\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 93820\n  end_ms: 96560\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 96560\n  end_ms: 99200\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 99200\n  end_ms: 101670\n- text: I'm a lunatic by nature\n  start_ms: 101670\n  end_ms: 103430\n- text: Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  start_ms: 103430\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108960\n- text: Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  start_ms: 108960\n  end_ms: 112210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 112210\nplain: |-\n  Pippen on the assist\n  I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n  I got it selling nickle bags\n  Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\n  Chilling with a bitch\n  Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n  I'm a lunatic by nature\n  Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n"},{"id":28746462,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Piñata","duration":93.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pippen on the assist\nI'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\nThat was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\nGangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\nWe was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\nFresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\nUncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n\"When will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\nI got it selling nickle bags\nStress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\nMad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\nMurder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\nCause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\nShoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\nAnd I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\nWaking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch\nChilling with a bitch\nWatching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks\nIn 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\nOnly thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\nIf I see that ho I got a slug for him\nI wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\nI wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\nThis for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays\nI'm a lunatic by nature\nYeah, can't knock the family for this paper\nYeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\nYeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.48] Pippen on the assist\n[00:08.39] I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n[00:11.19] That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n[00:13.71] Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n[00:16.40] We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n[00:19.23] Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n[00:22.07] Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n[00:24.71] \"When will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n[00:29.05] I got it selling nickle bags\n[00:30.32] Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n[00:32.78] Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n[00:35.42] Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n[00:38.03] Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n[00:40.75] Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n[00:43.40] And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n[00:46.12] Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n[00:49.44] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n[01:10.89] Chilling with a bitch\n[01:12.72] Watching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks\n[01:15.30] In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n[01:18.14] Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n[01:20.88] If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n[01:23.02] I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n[01:25.57] I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n[01:28.22] This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n[01:30.93] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:33.31] Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n[01:36.00] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:38.65] Fuck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays\n[01:41.25] I'm a lunatic by nature\n[01:42.58] Yeah, can't knock the family for this paper\n[01:45.56] Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n[01:48.32] Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n[01:51.67] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Piñata\n  duration_ms: 93000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pippen on the assist\n  start_ms: 6480\n  end_ms: 8390\n- text: I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 8390\n  end_ms: 11190\n- text: That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  start_ms: 11190\n  end_ms: 13710\n- text: Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  start_ms: 13710\n  end_ms: 16400\n- text: We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  start_ms: 16400\n  end_ms: 19230\n- text: Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 24710\n- text: '\"When will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me'\n  start_ms: 24710\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: I got it selling nickle bags\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 32780\n- text: Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  start_ms: 32780\n  end_ms: 35420\n- text: Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  start_ms: 35420\n  end_ms: 38030\n- text: Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  start_ms: 38030\n  end_ms: 40750\n- text: Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  start_ms: 40750\n  end_ms: 43400\n- text: And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  start_ms: 43400\n  end_ms: 46120\n- text: Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46120\n  end_ms: 49440\n- text: I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 49440\n  end_ms: 70890\n- text: Chilling with a bitch\n  start_ms: 70890\n  end_ms: 72720\n- text: Watching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 72720\n  end_ms: 75300\n- text: In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  start_ms: 75300\n  end_ms: 78140\n- text: Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  start_ms: 78140\n  end_ms: 80880\n- text: If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  start_ms: 80880\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85570\n- text: I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  start_ms: 85570\n  end_ms: 88220\n- text: This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  start_ms: 88220\n  end_ms: 90930\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 90930\n  end_ms: 93310\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 93310\n  end_ms: 96000\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 96000\n  end_ms: 98650\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 98650\n  end_ms: 101250\n- text: I'm a lunatic by nature\n  start_ms: 101250\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: Yeah, can't knock the family for this paper\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 108320\n- text: Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  start_ms: 108320\n  end_ms: 111670\n- text: I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 111670\nplain: |-\n  Pippen on the assist\n  I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  \"When will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n  I got it selling nickle bags\n  Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n  Chilling with a bitch\n  Watching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks\n  In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays\n  I'm a lunatic by nature\n  Yeah, can't knock the family for this paper\n  Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n"},{"id":23483118,"name":"Home","trackName":"Home","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Knicks Remix","duration":133.5196829,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, Lebron number nine\nI guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\nIt's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind\nAnd phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city\nReminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny\nThese groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me\nCouldn't get a dollar for a rap show\nGot a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though\nSlammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque\nLast dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feeling\nWe're both so different, but our situations so appealing\nNow I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion\nAnd every hustler need a main thing\nBaby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\nUh, said every hustler needs a main thing\nBaby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\nGibbs, uh\nWe still socking\nGlock is still popping\nPaper still dropping\nLord, it ain't stopping\nGirl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\nYeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing\nAnd if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking\nBut I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\nAyo, summertime, 105\nGetting mine, the smoke line\nThey want the Kush, the Cali kind\nI smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her\nA go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga\nThe home team\nAnd she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream\nSometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\nAnd once we fight, it's back to fucking\nMy polos and my Timbos out the window, but its nothin', what\nUh, said once we fight, it's back to fucking\nI bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing\nSo bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes\nI'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.29] Uh, Lebron number nine\n[00:13.72] I guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\n[00:16.62] It's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind\n[00:19.42] And phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city\n[00:23.28] Reminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny\n[00:26.31] These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me\n[00:28.89] Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show\n[00:30.87] Got a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though\n[00:33.90] Slammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque\n[00:36.29] Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feeling\n[00:40.09] We're both so different, but our situations so appealing\n[00:42.87] Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion\n[00:45.76] And every hustler need a main thing\n[00:47.78] Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n[00:50.66] Uh, said every hustler needs a main thing\n[00:53.36] Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n[00:56.52] Gibbs, uh\n[00:57.00] We still socking\n[00:58.14] Glock is still popping\n[00:59.07] Paper still dropping\n[01:00.15] Lord, it ain't stopping\n[01:01.90] Girl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n[01:06.88] Yeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing\n[01:09.69] And if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking\n[01:12.46] But I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n[01:17.85] Ayo, summertime, 105\n[01:20.02] Getting mine, the smoke line\n[01:21.80] They want the Kush, the Cali kind\n[01:23.38] I smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her\n[01:26.14] A go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga\n[01:28.90] The home team\n[01:29.76] And she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream\n[01:32.37] Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\n[01:35.09] And once we fight, it's back to fucking\n[01:36.74] My polos and my Timbos out the window, but its nothin', what\n[01:39.95] Uh, said once we fight, it's back to fucking\n[01:42.18] I bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing\n[01:44.86] So bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes\n[01:47.93] I'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Home\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Knicks Remix\n  duration_ms: 133520\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, Lebron number nine\n  start_ms: 11290\n  end_ms: 13720\n- text: I guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\n  start_ms: 13720\n  end_ms: 16620\n- text: It's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind\n  start_ms: 16620\n  end_ms: 19420\n- text: And phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city\n  start_ms: 19420\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: Reminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 26310\n- text: These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me\n  start_ms: 26310\n  end_ms: 28890\n- text: Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show\n  start_ms: 28890\n  end_ms: 30870\n- text: Got a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though\n  start_ms: 30870\n  end_ms: 33900\n- text: Slammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque\n  start_ms: 33900\n  end_ms: 36290\n- text: Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feeling\n  start_ms: 36290\n  end_ms: 40090\n- text: We're both so different, but our situations so appealing\n  start_ms: 40090\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 45760\n- text: And every hustler need a main thing\n  start_ms: 45760\n  end_ms: 47780\n- text: Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n  start_ms: 47780\n  end_ms: 50660\n- text: Uh, said every hustler needs a main thing\n  start_ms: 50660\n  end_ms: 53360\n- text: Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n  start_ms: 53360\n  end_ms: 56520\n- text: Gibbs, uh\n  start_ms: 56520\n  end_ms: 57000\n- text: We still socking\n  start_ms: 57000\n  end_ms: 58140\n- text: Glock is still popping\n  start_ms: 58140\n  end_ms: 59070\n- text: Paper still dropping\n  start_ms: 59070\n  end_ms: 60150\n- text: Lord, it ain't stopping\n  start_ms: 60150\n  end_ms: 61900\n- text: Girl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n  start_ms: 61900\n  end_ms: 66880\n- text: Yeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing\n  start_ms: 66880\n  end_ms: 69690\n- text: And if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking\n  start_ms: 69690\n  end_ms: 72460\n- text: But I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n  start_ms: 72460\n  end_ms: 77850\n- text: Ayo, summertime, 105\n  start_ms: 77850\n  end_ms: 80020\n- text: Getting mine, the smoke line\n  start_ms: 80020\n  end_ms: 81800\n- text: They want the Kush, the Cali kind\n  start_ms: 81800\n  end_ms: 83380\n- text: I smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her\n  start_ms: 83380\n  end_ms: 86140\n- text: A go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga\n  start_ms: 86140\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: The home team\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 89760\n- text: And she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream\n  start_ms: 89760\n  end_ms: 92370\n- text: Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\n  start_ms: 92370\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: And once we fight, it's back to fucking\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 96740\n- text: My polos and my Timbos out the window, but its nothin', what\n  start_ms: 96740\n  end_ms: 99950\n- text: Uh, said once we fight, it's back to fucking\n  start_ms: 99950\n  end_ms: 102180\n- text: I bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing\n  start_ms: 102180\n  end_ms: 104860\n- text: So bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes\n  start_ms: 104860\n  end_ms: 107930\n- text: I'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes\n  start_ms: 107930\nplain: |-\n  Uh, Lebron number nine\n  I guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\n  It's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind\n  And phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city\n  Reminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny\n  These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me\n  Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show\n  Got a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though\n  Slammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque\n  Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feeling\n  We're both so different, but our situations so appealing\n  Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion\n  And every hustler need a main thing\n  Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n  Uh, said every hustler needs a main thing\n  Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n  Gibbs, uh\n  We still socking\n  Glock is still popping\n  Paper still dropping\n  Lord, it ain't stopping\n  Girl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n  Yeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing\n  And if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking\n  But I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n  Ayo, summertime, 105\n  Getting mine, the smoke line\n  They want the Kush, the Cali kind\n  I smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her\n  A go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga\n  The home team\n  And she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream\n  Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\n  And once we fight, it's back to fucking\n  My polos and my Timbos out the window, but its nothin', what\n  Uh, said once we fight, it's back to fucking\n  I bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing\n  So bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes\n  I'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes\n"},{"id":28519677,"name":"Home (feat. Madlib & BJ The Chicago Kid)","trackName":"Home (feat. Madlib & BJ The Chicago Kid)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Knicks Remix","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ugh, LeBron number 9\nI guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\nIt's quite cliché to just say that I'm on my grind\nAnd phone conversation ain't substitution for time\nIn another city, reminisce on days when I ain't have a fuckin' penny\nThese groupie bitches in this game wasn't fuckin' with me\nCouldn't get a dollar for a rap show\nGot a gun, a ski mask and half an ounce of crack, though\nSlammin', in the pizza shop with Josh\nLast dollar on this slice, this contraband in my sock\nWish you knew the feeling\nWe both so different but our situation so appealing\nNow I can't make it without you, girl, you my new religion\nAnd every hustler need a main thing\nBaby, once I get it, I'ma make your last name change\nUgh, said every hustler need a main thing\nBaby, once I get it, I'ma make your last name change, yeah\n\nYeah, the shit still shockin', block is still boppin'\nPaper still droppin', no, it ain't stoppin'\nGirl, I'm comin' home as soon as I get this paper\nYeah, the block still crackin' and girl know I'm packin'\nAnd if it pop off, girl know I'm jackin'\nBut I'm comin' home as soon as I get this paper\n\nAyo, summertime, 105, gettin' mine\nSmoke line, they want that kush, the Cali' kind\nI smoke with her, I joke with her, get ghost with her\nA go-getter, help me come up from a broke nigga\nThe home team, and she ain't stressin'\nMy pockets, she got her own cream\nSometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\nAnd once we fight, it's back to fuckin'\nMy Polos and my Timbos out the window but it's nothin', what?\nUgh, said once we fight, it's back to fuckin'\nI bend that ass right over on the sofa like it's nothin'\nSo bust it open for a player, nose to your fuckin' toes\nI'm comin' home, don't be trippin' on them other hoes\n\nUgh, yeah, for sure, baby, Gibbs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Home (feat. Madlib & BJ The Chicago Kid)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Knicks Remix\n  duration_ms: 134000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ugh, LeBron number 9\n  I guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\n  It's quite cliché to just say that I'm on my grind\n  And phone conversation ain't substitution for time\n  In another city, reminisce on days when I ain't have a fuckin' penny\n  These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fuckin' with me\n  Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show\n  Got a gun, a ski mask and half an ounce of crack, though\n  Slammin', in the pizza shop with Josh\n  Last dollar on this slice, this contraband in my sock\n  Wish you knew the feeling\n  We both so different but our situation so appealing\n  Now I can't make it without you, girl, you my new religion\n  And every hustler need a main thing\n  Baby, once I get it, I'ma make your last name change\n  Ugh, said every hustler need a main thing\n  Baby, once I get it, I'ma make your last name change, yeah\n\n  Yeah, the shit still shockin', block is still boppin'\n  Paper still droppin', no, it ain't stoppin'\n  Girl, I'm comin' home as soon as I get this paper\n  Yeah, the block still crackin' and girl know I'm packin'\n  And if it pop off, girl know I'm jackin'\n  But I'm comin' home as soon as I get this paper\n\n  Ayo, summertime, 105, gettin' mine\n  Smoke line, they want that kush, the Cali' kind\n  I smoke with her, I joke with her, get ghost with her\n  A go-getter, help me come up from a broke nigga\n  The home team, and she ain't stressin'\n  My pockets, she got her own cream\n  Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\n  And once we fight, it's back to fuckin'\n  My Polos and my Timbos out the window but it's nothin', what?\n  Ugh, said once we fight, it's back to fuckin'\n  I bend that ass right over on the sofa like it's nothin'\n  So bust it open for a player, nose to your fuckin' toes\n  I'm comin' home, don't be trippin' on them other hoes\n\n  Ugh, yeah, for sure, baby, Gibbs\n"},{"id":24784172,"name":"The Garden","trackName":"The Garden","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Knicks Remix EP","duration":93.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas just don't understand the story\nStill out in this mothafuckin' project\nSeem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the fuck up outta here\nNiggas just don't understand\nStill out in this mothafuckin' project","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Garden\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Knicks Remix EP\n  duration_ms: 93000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Niggas just don't understand the story\n  Still out in this mothafuckin' project\n  Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the fuck up outta here\n  Niggas just don't understand\n  Still out in this mothafuckin' project\n"},{"id":27326539,"name":"Home","trackName":"Home","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Knicks Remix EP","duration":133.564082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, Lebron number nine\nI guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\nIt's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind\nAnd phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city\nReminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny\nThese groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me\nCouldn't get a dollar for a rap show\nGot a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though\nSlammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque\nLast dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feeling\nWe're both so different, but our situations so appealing\nNow I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion\nAnd every hustler need a main thing\nBaby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\nUh, said every hustler needs a main thing\nBaby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\nGibbs, uh\nWe still socking\nGlock is still popping\nPaper still dropping\nLord, it ain't stopping\nGirl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\nYeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing\nAnd if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking\nBut I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\nAyo, summertime, 105\nGetting mine, the smoke line\nThey want the Kush, the Cali kind\nI smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her\nA go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga\nThe home team\nAnd she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream\nSometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\nAnd once we fight, it's back to fucking\nMy polos and my Timbos out the window, but its nothin', what\nUh, said once we fight, it's back to fucking\nI bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing\nSo bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes\nI'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.29] Uh, Lebron number nine\n[00:13.72] I guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\n[00:16.62] It's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind\n[00:19.42] And phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city\n[00:23.28] Reminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny\n[00:26.31] These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me\n[00:28.89] Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show\n[00:30.87] Got a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though\n[00:33.90] Slammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque\n[00:36.29] Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feeling\n[00:40.09] We're both so different, but our situations so appealing\n[00:42.87] Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion\n[00:45.76] And every hustler need a main thing\n[00:47.78] Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n[00:50.66] Uh, said every hustler needs a main thing\n[00:53.36] Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n[00:56.52] Gibbs, uh\n[00:57.00] We still socking\n[00:58.14] Glock is still popping\n[00:59.07] Paper still dropping\n[01:00.15] Lord, it ain't stopping\n[01:01.90] Girl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n[01:06.88] Yeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing\n[01:09.69] And if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking\n[01:12.46] But I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n[01:17.85] Ayo, summertime, 105\n[01:20.02] Getting mine, the smoke line\n[01:21.80] They want the Kush, the Cali kind\n[01:23.38] I smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her\n[01:26.14] A go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga\n[01:28.90] The home team\n[01:29.76] And she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream\n[01:32.37] Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\n[01:35.09] And once we fight, it's back to fucking\n[01:36.74] My polos and my Timbos out the window, but its nothin', what\n[01:39.95] Uh, said once we fight, it's back to fucking\n[01:42.18] I bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing\n[01:44.86] So bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes\n[01:47.93] I'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Home\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Knicks Remix EP\n  duration_ms: 133564\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, Lebron number nine\n  start_ms: 11290\n  end_ms: 13720\n- text: I guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\n  start_ms: 13720\n  end_ms: 16620\n- text: It's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind\n  start_ms: 16620\n  end_ms: 19420\n- text: And phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city\n  start_ms: 19420\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: Reminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 26310\n- text: These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me\n  start_ms: 26310\n  end_ms: 28890\n- text: Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show\n  start_ms: 28890\n  end_ms: 30870\n- text: Got a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though\n  start_ms: 30870\n  end_ms: 33900\n- text: Slammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque\n  start_ms: 33900\n  end_ms: 36290\n- text: Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feeling\n  start_ms: 36290\n  end_ms: 40090\n- text: We're both so different, but our situations so appealing\n  start_ms: 40090\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 45760\n- text: And every hustler need a main thing\n  start_ms: 45760\n  end_ms: 47780\n- text: Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n  start_ms: 47780\n  end_ms: 50660\n- text: Uh, said every hustler needs a main thing\n  start_ms: 50660\n  end_ms: 53360\n- text: Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n  start_ms: 53360\n  end_ms: 56520\n- text: Gibbs, uh\n  start_ms: 56520\n  end_ms: 57000\n- text: We still socking\n  start_ms: 57000\n  end_ms: 58140\n- text: Glock is still popping\n  start_ms: 58140\n  end_ms: 59070\n- text: Paper still dropping\n  start_ms: 59070\n  end_ms: 60150\n- text: Lord, it ain't stopping\n  start_ms: 60150\n  end_ms: 61900\n- text: Girl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n  start_ms: 61900\n  end_ms: 66880\n- text: Yeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing\n  start_ms: 66880\n  end_ms: 69690\n- text: And if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking\n  start_ms: 69690\n  end_ms: 72460\n- text: But I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n  start_ms: 72460\n  end_ms: 77850\n- text: Ayo, summertime, 105\n  start_ms: 77850\n  end_ms: 80020\n- text: Getting mine, the smoke line\n  start_ms: 80020\n  end_ms: 81800\n- text: They want the Kush, the Cali kind\n  start_ms: 81800\n  end_ms: 83380\n- text: I smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her\n  start_ms: 83380\n  end_ms: 86140\n- text: A go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga\n  start_ms: 86140\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: The home team\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 89760\n- text: And she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream\n  start_ms: 89760\n  end_ms: 92370\n- text: Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\n  start_ms: 92370\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: And once we fight, it's back to fucking\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 96740\n- text: My polos and my Timbos out the window, but its nothin', what\n  start_ms: 96740\n  end_ms: 99950\n- text: Uh, said once we fight, it's back to fucking\n  start_ms: 99950\n  end_ms: 102180\n- text: I bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing\n  start_ms: 102180\n  end_ms: 104860\n- text: So bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes\n  start_ms: 104860\n  end_ms: 107930\n- text: I'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes\n  start_ms: 107930\nplain: |-\n  Uh, Lebron number nine\n  I guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind\n  It's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind\n  And phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city\n  Reminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny\n  These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me\n  Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show\n  Got a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though\n  Slammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque\n  Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feeling\n  We're both so different, but our situations so appealing\n  Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion\n  And every hustler need a main thing\n  Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n  Uh, said every hustler needs a main thing\n  Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change\n  Gibbs, uh\n  We still socking\n  Glock is still popping\n  Paper still dropping\n  Lord, it ain't stopping\n  Girl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n  Yeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing\n  And if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking\n  But I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper\n  Ayo, summertime, 105\n  Getting mine, the smoke line\n  They want the Kush, the Cali kind\n  I smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her\n  A go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga\n  The home team\n  And she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream\n  Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing\n  And once we fight, it's back to fucking\n  My polos and my Timbos out the window, but its nothin', what\n  Uh, said once we fight, it's back to fucking\n  I bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing\n  So bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes\n  I'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes\n"},{"id":4964658,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib","albumName":"Piñata Beats","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Pippen on the assist\nI'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\nThat was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\nGangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\nWe was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\nFresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\nUncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\nI got it selling nickle bags\nStress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\nMad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\nMurder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\nCause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\nShoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\nAnd I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\nWaking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\nChilling with a bitch\nWatching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\nIn 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\nOnly thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\nIf I see that ho I got a slug for him\nI wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\nI wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\nThis for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\nI'm a lunatic by nature\nYeah, kidnap a family for his paper\nYeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\nYeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.65] Pippen on the assist\n[00:08.99] I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n[00:11.68] That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n[00:14.13] Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n[00:16.76] We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n[00:19.90] Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n[00:22.47] Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n[00:25.28] \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n[00:29.01] I got it selling nickle bags\n[00:30.77] Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n[00:33.40] Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n[00:35.95] Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n[00:38.94] Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n[00:41.75] Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n[00:44.37] And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n[00:46.57] Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n[00:58.44] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n[01:11.97] Chilling with a bitch\n[01:13.17] Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n[01:15.88] In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n[01:18.83] Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n[01:21.43] If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n[01:23.48] I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n[01:26.16] I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n[01:28.82] This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n[01:31.37] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:33.82] Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n[01:36.56] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:39.20] Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n[01:41.67] I'm a lunatic by nature\n[01:43.43] Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n[01:46.26] Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n[01:48.96] Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n[01:52.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib\n  album: Piñata Beats\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Yeah (caught me by surprise)\n  start_ms: 1280\n  end_ms: 3330\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah '\n    start_ms: 1280\n  - text: '(caught '\n    start_ms: 1892\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 2057\n  - text: 'by '\n    start_ms: 2349\n  - text: surprise)\n    start_ms: 2388\n- text: What's up?\n  start_ms: 3330\n  end_ms: 4510\n  words:\n  - text: 'What''s '\n    start_ms: 3330\n  - text: up?\n    start_ms: 3545\n- text: Bitch nigga, yeah (uh)\n  start_ms: 4510\n  end_ms: 6140\n  words:\n  - text: 'Bitch '\n    start_ms: 4510\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 5130\n  - text: 'yeah '\n    start_ms: 5430\n  - text: (uh)\n    start_ms: 5845\n- text: Tried, yeah\n  start_ms: 6220\n  end_ms: 7630\n  words:\n  - text: 'Tried, '\n    start_ms: 6220\n  - text: yeah\n    start_ms: 6871\n- text: Pippen on the assist (uh)\n  start_ms: 7630\n  end_ms: 8930\n  words:\n  - text: 'Pippen '\n    start_ms: 7630\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 8030\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 8210\n  - text: 'assist '\n    start_ms: 8310\n  - text: (uh)\n    start_ms: 8830\n- text: I'm watchin' Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks (yeah)\n  start_ms: 8980\n  end_ms: 11670\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 8980\n  - text: 'watchin'' '\n    start_ms: 9236\n  - text: 'Jordan '\n    start_ms: 9571\n  - text: 'drop '\n    start_ms: 9887\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 10103\n  - text: 'double '\n    start_ms: 10222\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 10557\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 10931\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 11049\n  - text: 'Knicks '\n    start_ms: 11187\n  - text: (yeah)\n    start_ms: 11502\n- text: That was '95, couple of us ain't live 'til '96\n  start_ms: 11670\n  end_ms: 14100\n  words:\n  - text: 'That '\n    start_ms: 11670\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 11710\n  - text: '''95, '\n    start_ms: 11830\n  - text: 'couple '\n    start_ms: 12550\n  - text: 'of '\n    start_ms: 12770\n  - text: 'us '\n    start_ms: 12930\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 13050\n  - text: 'live '\n    start_ms: 13230\n  - text: '''til '\n    start_ms: 13390\n  - text: '''96'\n    start_ms: 13784\n- text: Gangbangin', cane slangin' had us caught up in a twist\n  start_ms: 14150\n  end_ms: 16790\n  words:\n  - text: 'Gangbangin'', '\n    start_ms: 14150\n  - text: 'cane '\n    start_ms: 14944\n  - text: 'slangin'' '\n    start_ms: 15222\n  - text: 'had '\n    start_ms: 15599\n  - text: 'us '\n    start_ms: 15758\n  - text: 'caught '\n    start_ms: 15917\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 16115\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 16294\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 16413\n  - text: twist\n    start_ms: 16532\n- text: We was middle school fools, life was rushin' past me\n  start_ms: 16790\n  end_ms: 19830\n  words:\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 16790\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 17045\n  - text: 'middle '\n    start_ms: 17221\n  - text: 'school '\n    start_ms: 17457\n  - text: 'fools, '\n    start_ms: 17888\n  - text: 'life '\n    start_ms: 18437\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 18692\n  - text: 'rushin'' '\n    start_ms: 18869\n  - text: 'past '\n    start_ms: 19222\n  - text: me\n    start_ms: 19555\n- text: Fresh up out a school, bus fightin' up at Pulaski\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 22410\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fresh '\n    start_ms: 19830\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 20030\n  - text: 'out '\n    start_ms: 20210\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 20350\n  - text: 'school, '\n    start_ms: 20430\n  - text: 'bus '\n    start_ms: 20670\n  - text: 'fightin'' '\n    start_ms: 21050\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 21390\n  - text: 'at '\n    start_ms: 21510\n  - text: Pulaski\n    start_ms: 21670\n- text: Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  start_ms: 22470\n  end_ms: 25240\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uncle '\n    start_ms: 22470\n  - text: 'hit '\n    start_ms: 22910\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 23090\n  - text: 'off '\n    start_ms: 23270\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 23430\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 23630\n  - text: 'zip, '\n    start_ms: 23750\n  - text: 'now '\n    start_ms: 24090\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 24230\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 24270\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 24410\n  - text: 'cash, '\n    start_ms: 24610\n  - text: G\n    start_ms: 24970\n- text: '\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" My mama asked me (uh)'\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 29050\n  words:\n  - text: '\"Where '\n    start_ms: 25320\n  - text: 'will '\n    start_ms: 25459\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 25499\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 25639\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 25799\n  - text: 'money '\n    start_ms: 25978\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 26257\n  - text: 'Nikes?\" '\n    start_ms: 26457\n  - text: 'My '\n    start_ms: 26816\n  - text: 'mama '\n    start_ms: 26975\n  - text: 'asked '\n    start_ms: 27335\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 27674\n  - text: (uh)\n    start_ms: 28312\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 30730\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 29050\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 29286\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 29443\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 29581\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 29895\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 30249\n- text: Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  start_ms: 30730\n  end_ms: 33450\n  words:\n  - text: 'Stress, '\n    start_ms: 30730\n  - text: 'weed, '\n    start_ms: 31268\n  - text: 'million '\n    start_ms: 31587\n  - text: 'seeds, '\n    start_ms: 31906\n  - text: 'where '\n    start_ms: 32244\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 32404\n  - text: 'liquor '\n    start_ms: 32543\n  - text: at?\n    start_ms: 32962\n- text: Mad Dog 2020, kept a nigga loose\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 35940\n  words:\n  - text: 'Mad '\n    start_ms: 33450\n  - text: 'Dog '\n    start_ms: 33910\n  - text: '2020, '\n    start_ms: 34350\n  - text: 'kept '\n    start_ms: 34910\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 35110\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 35230\n  - text: loose\n    start_ms: 35590\n- text: Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  start_ms: 35940\n  end_ms: 38900\n  words:\n  - text: 'Murder '\n    start_ms: 35940\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 36253\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 36409\n  - text: 'case '\n    start_ms: 36565\n  - text: 'except '\n    start_ms: 36761\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 37054\n  - text: 'niggas '\n    start_ms: 37151\n  - text: 'taste '\n    start_ms: 37483\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 37679\n  - text: 'gin '\n    start_ms: 37835\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 37991\n  - text: juice\n    start_ms: 38167\n- text: '''Cause then we gon'' be ridin'' on some bullshit'\n  start_ms: 38900\n  end_ms: 41690\n  words:\n  - text: '''Cause '\n    start_ms: 38900\n  - text: 'then '\n    start_ms: 39160\n  - text: 'we '\n    start_ms: 39340\n  - text: 'gon'' '\n    start_ms: 39480\n  - text: 'be '\n    start_ms: 39640\n  - text: 'ridin'' '\n    start_ms: 39820\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 40160\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 40280\n  - text: bullshit\n    start_ms: 40500\n- text: Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  start_ms: 41760\n  end_ms: 44310\n  words:\n  - text: 'Shoot '\n    start_ms: 41760\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 41980\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 42140\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 42260\n  - text: 'crib, '\n    start_ms: 42580\n  - text: 'that''s '\n    start_ms: 42940\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 43100\n  - text: 'hood '\n    start_ms: 43260\n  - text: shit\n    start_ms: 43560\n- text: And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  start_ms: 44370\n  end_ms: 46510\n  words:\n  - text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 44370\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 44696\n  - text: 'can '\n    start_ms: 44792\n  - text: 'give '\n    start_ms: 44984\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 45138\n  - text: 'fuck '\n    start_ms: 45291\n  - text: 'who '\n    start_ms: 45483\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 45656\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 45771\n  - text: 'house '\n    start_ms: 45925\n  - text: sleep\n    start_ms: 46251\n- text: Wakin' up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46510\n  end_ms: 50150\n  words:\n  - text: 'Wakin'' '\n    start_ms: 46510\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 46930\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 47050\n  - text: 'neighbors, '\n    start_ms: 47230\n  - text: 'shoot '\n    start_ms: 47530\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 47690\n  - text: 'trey '\n    start_ms: 47870\n  - text: 'eight '\n    start_ms: 48090\n  - text: 'at '\n    start_ms: 48250\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 48390\n  - text: 'police, '\n    start_ms: 48570\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 49250\n- text: Uh, yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 50280\n  end_ms: 56150\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 50280\n  - text: 'yeah, '\n    start_ms: 51735\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 53210\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 53348\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 53525\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 53603\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 53977\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 54331\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 55000\n- text: Uh, yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 56150\n  end_ms: 60310\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 56150\n  - text: 'yeah, '\n    start_ms: 57039\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 58502\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 58640\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 58798\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 58897\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 59272\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 59628\n- text: Uh, bitch, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch (yeah)\n  start_ms: 60310\n  end_ms: 67440\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 60310\n  - text: 'bitch, '\n    start_ms: 61050\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 63770\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 63930\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 64110\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 64210\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 64550\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 64950\n  - text: 'bitch '\n    start_ms: 65630\n  - text: (yeah)\n    start_ms: 66230\n- text: Yeah (bitch), I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 67530\n  end_ms: 70910\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah '\n    start_ms: 67530\n  - text: '(bitch), '\n    start_ms: 67647\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 69308\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 69386\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 69542\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 69581\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 69914\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 70304\n- text: Uh, chillin' with a bitch\n  start_ms: 70910\n  end_ms: 73040\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 70910\n  - text: 'chillin'' '\n    start_ms: 71950\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 72330\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 72490\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 72670\n- text: Watchin' LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 73080\n  end_ms: 75830\n  words:\n  - text: 'Watchin'' '\n    start_ms: 73080\n  - text: 'LeBron '\n    start_ms: 73500\n  - text: 'put '\n    start_ms: 74020\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 74200\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 74380\n  - text: '56 '\n    start_ms: 74480\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 75060\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 75180\n  - text: Knicks\n    start_ms: 75320\n- text: In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  start_ms: 75900\n  end_ms: 78890\n  words:\n  - text: 'In '\n    start_ms: 75900\n  - text: '2005, '\n    start_ms: 76040\n  - text: 'police '\n    start_ms: 76760\n  - text: 'killed '\n    start_ms: 77080\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 77260\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 77420\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 77720\n  - text: '2006'\n    start_ms: 78040\n- text: Only thin' he losin' is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  start_ms: 78890\n  end_ms: 81490\n  words:\n  - text: 'Only '\n    start_ms: 78890\n  - text: 'thin'' '\n    start_ms: 79089\n  - text: 'he '\n    start_ms: 79269\n  - text: 'losin'' '\n    start_ms: 79408\n  - text: 'is '\n    start_ms: 79767\n  - text: 'his '\n    start_ms: 79946\n  - text: 'pension, '\n    start_ms: 80065\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 80404\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 80564\n  - text: '''bout '\n    start_ms: 80683\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 80902\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 81062\n- text: If I see that ho, I got a slug for him\n  start_ms: 81490\n  end_ms: 83420\n  words:\n  - text: 'If '\n    start_ms: 81490\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 81661\n  - text: 'see '\n    start_ms: 81700\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 81872\n  - text: 'ho, '\n    start_ms: 82025\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 82235\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 82331\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 82484\n  - text: 'slug '\n    start_ms: 82560\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 82961\n  - text: him\n    start_ms: 83114\n- text: I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  start_ms: 83420\n  end_ms: 86120\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 83420\n  - text: 'wanna '\n    start_ms: 83640\n  - text: 'kill '\n    start_ms: 83920\n  - text: 'him '\n    start_ms: 84100\n  - text: 'slow '\n    start_ms: 84200\n  - text: 'like '\n    start_ms: 84420\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 84680\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 84780\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 84900\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 85040\n  - text: 'love '\n    start_ms: 85240\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 85580\n  - text: him\n    start_ms: 85760\n- text: I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  start_ms: 86130\n  end_ms: 88800\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 86130\n  - text: 'wanna '\n    start_ms: 86290\n  - text: 'torture '\n    start_ms: 86550\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 86930\n  - text: 'burn '\n    start_ms: 87110\n  - text: 'him, '\n    start_ms: 87290\n  - text: 'drag '\n    start_ms: 87410\n  - text: 'him '\n    start_ms: 87630\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 87790\n  - text: 'hell '\n    start_ms: 87950\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 88310\n  - text: me\n    start_ms: 88470\n- text: This for my nigga just lurkin', workin' the scale with me\n  start_ms: 88880\n  end_ms: 91350\n  words:\n  - text: 'This '\n    start_ms: 88880\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 89056\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 89212\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 89368\n  - text: 'just '\n    start_ms: 89661\n  - text: 'lurkin'', '\n    start_ms: 89856\n  - text: 'workin'' '\n    start_ms: 90169\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 90462\n  - text: 'scale '\n    start_ms: 90618\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 91028\n  - text: me\n    start_ms: 91165\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 91350\n  end_ms: 93840\n  words:\n  - text: 'In '\n    start_ms: 91350\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 91470\n  - text: 'last '\n    start_ms: 91669\n  - text: 'days, '\n    start_ms: 92007\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 92705\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 92804\n  - text: 'last '\n    start_ms: 92983\n  - text: page\n    start_ms: 93342\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm whippin' this butter 'cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 93840\n  end_ms: 96500\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fuck '\n    start_ms: 93840\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 94174\n  - text: 'job, '\n    start_ms: 94292\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 94507\n  - text: 'whippin'' '\n    start_ms: 94606\n  - text: 'this '\n    start_ms: 94939\n  - text: 'butter '\n    start_ms: 95116\n  - text: '''cause '\n    start_ms: 95371\n  - text: 'crime '\n    start_ms: 95587\n  - text: pays\n    start_ms: 95960\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 96500\n  end_ms: 99150\n  words:\n  - text: 'In '\n    start_ms: 96500\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 96700\n  - text: 'last '\n    start_ms: 96940\n  - text: 'days, '\n    start_ms: 97260\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 97960\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 98060\n  - text: 'last '\n    start_ms: 98220\n  - text: page\n    start_ms: 98600\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm servin' these cluckers, 'cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 99290\n  end_ms: 101620\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fuck '\n    start_ms: 99290\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 99581\n  - text: 'job, '\n    start_ms: 99698\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 99892\n  - text: 'servin'' '\n    start_ms: 100028\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 100358\n  - text: 'cluckers, '\n    start_ms: 100513\n  - text: '''cause '\n    start_ms: 100785\n  - text: 'crime '\n    start_ms: 100979\n  - text: pays\n    start_ms: 101329\n- text: I'm a lunatic by nature\n  start_ms: 101620\n  end_ms: 103470\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 101620\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 101820\n  - text: 'lunatic '\n    start_ms: 101920\n  - text: 'by '\n    start_ms: 102420\n  - text: nature\n    start_ms: 102580\n- text: Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  start_ms: 103480\n  end_ms: 106250\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 103480\n  - text: 'kidnap '\n    start_ms: 104138\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 104496\n  - text: 'family '\n    start_ms: 104636\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 104955\n  - text: 'his '\n    start_ms: 105074\n  - text: paper\n    start_ms: 105293\n- text: Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  start_ms: 106250\n  end_ms: 108910\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 106250\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 106870\n  - text: 'if '\n    start_ms: 107030\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 107210\n  - text: 'make '\n    start_ms: 107330\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 107510\n  - text: 'through '\n    start_ms: 107650\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 107810\n  - text: 'day, '\n    start_ms: 107990\n  - text: bro\n    start_ms: 108310\n- text: Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  start_ms: 108920\n  end_ms: 112510\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 108920\n  - text: 'pray '\n    start_ms: 109668\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 109805\n  - text: 'God '\n    start_ms: 110002\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 110336\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 110376\n  - text: 'stank '\n    start_ms: 110612\n  - text: 'ya, '\n    start_ms: 111025\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 111635\n- text: Got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 112510\n  end_ms: 115460\n  words:\n  - text: 'Got '\n    start_ms: 112510\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 112810\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 112910\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 113270\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 113650\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 114350\n- text: Uh, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 115520\n  end_ms: 120860\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 115520\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 117200\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 117360\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 117540\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 117640\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 117980\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 118380\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 119060\n- text: Yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 120890\n  end_ms: 125730\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 120890\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 122610\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 122770\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 122950\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 123030\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 123410\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 123790\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 124490\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 125770\n  end_ms: 127950\n  words:\n  - text: 'Real '\n    start_ms: 125770\n  - text: 'killer, '\n    start_ms: 126135\n  - text: 'drug '\n    start_ms: 126461\n  - text: dealer\n    start_ms: 126788\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 127950\n  end_ms: 131010\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 127950\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 128070\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 128310\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 128370\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 128670\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 129050\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 129770\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 131040\n  end_ms: 133110\n  words:\n  - text: 'Real '\n    start_ms: 131040\n  - text: 'killer, '\n    start_ms: 131409\n  - text: 'drug '\n    start_ms: 131740\n  - text: dealer\n    start_ms: 132070\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 133110\n  end_ms: 136810\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 133110\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 133350\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 133550\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 133690\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 134010\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 134390\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 135070\n- text: Yeah, 17th Ave nigga, Virginia Street\n  start_ms: 136850\n  end_ms: 141700\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 136850\n  - text: '17th '\n    start_ms: 138350\n  - text: 'Ave '\n    start_ms: 138930\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 139130\n  - text: 'Virginia '\n    start_ms: 139330\n  - text: Street\n    start_ms: 139770\n- text: This ain't 2300 Jackson Street, nigga\n  start_ms: 141700\n  end_ms: 145480\n  words:\n  - text: 'This '\n    start_ms: 141700\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 141920\n  - text: '2300 '\n    start_ms: 142180\n  - text: 'Jackson '\n    start_ms: 142780\n  - text: 'Street, '\n    start_ms: 143140\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 143420\n- text: Real shit, nigga\n  start_ms: 145480\n  end_ms: 146930\n  words:\n  - text: 'Real '\n    start_ms: 145480\n  - text: 'shit, '\n    start_ms: 145920\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 146240\n- text: This ain't no motherfuckin' museum, no motherfuckin' exhibit, nigga\n  start_ms: 146960\n  end_ms: 152140\n  words:\n  - text: 'This '\n    start_ms: 146960\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 147320\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 147480\n  - text: 'motherfuckin'' '\n    start_ms: 147580\n  - text: 'museum, '\n    start_ms: 148040\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 148580\n  - text: 'motherfuckin'' '\n    start_ms: 148740\n  - text: 'exhibit, '\n    start_ms: 149200\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 149720\n- text: Uh, I'm really out here givin' it to these niggas, I'm out here feedin' these young niggas, nigga\n  start_ms: 152180\n  end_ms: 159840\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 152180\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 154473\n  - text: 'really '\n    start_ms: 154592\n  - text: 'out '\n    start_ms: 154809\n  - text: 'here '\n    start_ms: 154928\n  - text: 'givin'' '\n    start_ms: 155106\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 155303\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 155382\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 155501\n  - text: 'niggas, '\n    start_ms: 155718\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 155995\n  - text: 'out '\n    start_ms: 156094\n  - text: 'here '\n    start_ms: 156213\n  - text: 'feedin'' '\n    start_ms: 156391\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 156687\n  - text: 'young '\n    start_ms: 156944\n  - text: 'niggas, '\n    start_ms: 157161\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 157498\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 159840\n  end_ms: 162990\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 159840\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 160060\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 160220\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 160360\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 160660\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 161040\n- text: Givin' out turkeys, you nigga\n  start_ms: 163080\n  end_ms: 163920\n  words:\n  - text: 'Givin'' '\n    start_ms: 163080\n  - text: 'out '\n    start_ms: 163246\n  - text: 'turkeys, '\n    start_ms: 163431\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 163689\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 163800\n- text: Buildin' up courts, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 163920\n  end_ms: 167130\n  words:\n  - text: 'Buildin'' '\n    start_ms: 163920\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 164420\n  - text: 'courts, '\n    start_ms: 164620\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 165000\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 165240\n  - text: 'know '\n    start_ms: 165313\n  - text: 'what '\n    start_ms: 165380\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 165540\n  - text: sayin'?\n    start_ms: 165680\n- text: Fuck with the youngings, nigga\n  start_ms: 167150\n  end_ms: 170140\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fuck '\n    start_ms: 167150\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 167430\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 167570\n  - text: 'youngings, '\n    start_ms: 167710\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 168110\n- text: What you doin', nigga?\n  start_ms: 170160\n  end_ms: 174110\n  words:\n  - text: 'What '\n    start_ms: 170160\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 170530\n  - text: 'doin'', '\n    start_ms: 170666\n  - text: nigga?\n    start_ms: 170958\n- text: All for a motherfuckin' nickel bag, nigga\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 178810\n  words:\n  - text: 'All '\n    start_ms: 174110\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 174450\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 174590\n  - text: 'motherfuckin'' '\n    start_ms: 174670\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 175150\n  - text: 'bag, '\n    start_ms: 175450\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 175790\n- text: Shoutout to my nigga, Carmelo, nigga\n  start_ms: 178850\n  end_ms: 181750\n  words:\n  - text: 'Shoutout '\n    start_ms: 178850\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 179230\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 179330\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 179430\n  - text: 'Carmelo, '\n    start_ms: 179610\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 180150\n- text: Get that shit next year, nigga\n  start_ms: 181750\n  end_ms: 182720\n  words:\n  - text: 'Get '\n    start_ms: 181750\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 181790\n  - text: 'shit '\n    start_ms: 181930\n  - text: 'next '\n    start_ms: 182150\n  - text: 'year, '\n    start_ms: 182390\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 182530\n- text: That block man, that was some bullshit\n  start_ms: 182730\n  end_ms: 187830\n  words:\n  - text: 'That '\n    start_ms: 182730\n  - text: 'block '\n    start_ms: 182950\n  - text: 'man, '\n    start_ms: 183270\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 183470\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 183570\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 183670\n  - text: bullshit\n    start_ms: 183850\n- text: Shoutout to my nigga, Iman Shumpert, man\n  start_ms: 187880\n  end_ms: 191940\n  words:\n  - text: 'Shoutout '\n    start_ms: 187880\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 188419\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 188479\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 188598\n  - text: 'Iman '\n    start_ms: 188878\n  - text: 'Shumpert, '\n    start_ms: 189177\n  - text: man\n    start_ms: 189576\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 191940\n  end_ms: 197250\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 191940\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 192160\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 192320\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 192460\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 192780\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 193160\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 197290\n  end_ms: 200420\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 197290\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 197544\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 197681\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 197799\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 198131\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 198483\n- text: Lambo! We killed y'all niggas in the '90s, nigga\n  start_ms: 200420\n  end_ms: 206700\n  words:\n  - text: 'Lambo! '\n    start_ms: 200420\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 202360\n  - text: 'killed '\n    start_ms: 202580\n  - text: 'y''all '\n    start_ms: 202880\n  - text: 'niggas '\n    start_ms: 203160\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 203460\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 203580\n  - text: '''90s, '\n    start_ms: 203889\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 204220\n- text: MJ, nigga\n  start_ms: 206740\n  end_ms: 209780\n  words:\n  - text: 'MJ, '\n    start_ms: 206740\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 207617\n- text: Fade away, nigga\n  start_ms: 209780\n  end_ms: 212850\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fade '\n    start_ms: 209780\n  - text: 'away, '\n    start_ms: 210096\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 210412\n- text: That nigga got us sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 212850\n  end_ms: 217770\n  words:\n  - text: 'That '\n    start_ms: 212850\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 213090\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 213410\n  - text: 'us '\n    start_ms: 213570\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 213710\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 214050\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 214390\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 217110\nplain: |-\n  Pippen on the assist\n  I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n  I got it selling nickle bags\n  Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\n  Chilling with a bitch\n  Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n  I'm a lunatic by nature\n  Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n"},{"id":5055378,"name":"Knicks","trackName":"Knicks","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib","albumName":"Piñata [Limited Edition]","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Pippen on the assist\nI'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\nThat was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\nGangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\nWe was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\nFresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\nUncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\nI got it selling nickle bags\nStress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\nMad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\nMurder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\nCause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\nShoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\nAnd I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\nWaking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\nI got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\nChilling with a bitch\nWatching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\nIn 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\nOnly thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\nIf I see that ho I got a slug for him\nI wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\nI wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\nThis for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\nIn these last days, on my last page\nFuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\nI'm a lunatic by nature\nYeah, kidnap a family for his paper\nYeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\nYeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.65] Pippen on the assist\n[00:08.99] I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n[00:11.68] That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n[00:14.13] Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n[00:16.76] We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n[00:19.90] Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n[00:22.47] Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n[00:25.28] \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n[00:29.01] I got it selling nickle bags\n[00:30.77] Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n[00:33.40] Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n[00:35.95] Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n[00:38.94] Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n[00:41.75] Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n[00:44.37] And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n[00:46.57] Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n[00:58.44] I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n[01:11.97] Chilling with a bitch\n[01:13.17] Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n[01:15.88] In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n[01:18.83] Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n[01:21.43] If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n[01:23.48] I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n[01:26.16] I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n[01:28.82] This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n[01:31.37] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:33.82] Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n[01:36.56] In these last days, on my last page\n[01:39.20] Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n[01:41.67] I'm a lunatic by nature\n[01:43.43] Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n[01:46.26] Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n[01:48.96] Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n[01:52.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knicks\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib\n  album: Piñata [Limited Edition]\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Yeah (caught me by surprise)\n  start_ms: 1280\n  end_ms: 3330\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah '\n    start_ms: 1280\n  - text: '(caught '\n    start_ms: 1892\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 2057\n  - text: 'by '\n    start_ms: 2349\n  - text: surprise)\n    start_ms: 2388\n- text: What's up?\n  start_ms: 3330\n  end_ms: 4510\n  words:\n  - text: 'What''s '\n    start_ms: 3330\n  - text: up?\n    start_ms: 3545\n- text: Bitch nigga, yeah (uh)\n  start_ms: 4510\n  end_ms: 6140\n  words:\n  - text: 'Bitch '\n    start_ms: 4510\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 5130\n  - text: 'yeah '\n    start_ms: 5430\n  - text: (uh)\n    start_ms: 5845\n- text: Tried, yeah\n  start_ms: 6220\n  end_ms: 7630\n  words:\n  - text: 'Tried, '\n    start_ms: 6220\n  - text: yeah\n    start_ms: 6871\n- text: Pippen on the assist (uh)\n  start_ms: 7630\n  end_ms: 8930\n  words:\n  - text: 'Pippen '\n    start_ms: 7630\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 8030\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 8210\n  - text: 'assist '\n    start_ms: 8310\n  - text: (uh)\n    start_ms: 8830\n- text: I'm watchin' Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks (yeah)\n  start_ms: 8980\n  end_ms: 11670\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 8980\n  - text: 'watchin'' '\n    start_ms: 9236\n  - text: 'Jordan '\n    start_ms: 9571\n  - text: 'drop '\n    start_ms: 9887\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 10103\n  - text: 'double '\n    start_ms: 10222\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 10557\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 10931\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 11049\n  - text: 'Knicks '\n    start_ms: 11187\n  - text: (yeah)\n    start_ms: 11502\n- text: That was '95, couple of us ain't live 'til '96\n  start_ms: 11670\n  end_ms: 14100\n  words:\n  - text: 'That '\n    start_ms: 11670\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 11710\n  - text: '''95, '\n    start_ms: 11830\n  - text: 'couple '\n    start_ms: 12550\n  - text: 'of '\n    start_ms: 12770\n  - text: 'us '\n    start_ms: 12930\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 13050\n  - text: 'live '\n    start_ms: 13230\n  - text: '''til '\n    start_ms: 13390\n  - text: '''96'\n    start_ms: 13784\n- text: Gangbangin', cane slangin' had us caught up in a twist\n  start_ms: 14150\n  end_ms: 16790\n  words:\n  - text: 'Gangbangin'', '\n    start_ms: 14150\n  - text: 'cane '\n    start_ms: 14944\n  - text: 'slangin'' '\n    start_ms: 15222\n  - text: 'had '\n    start_ms: 15599\n  - text: 'us '\n    start_ms: 15758\n  - text: 'caught '\n    start_ms: 15917\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 16115\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 16294\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 16413\n  - text: twist\n    start_ms: 16532\n- text: We was middle school fools, life was rushin' past me\n  start_ms: 16790\n  end_ms: 19830\n  words:\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 16790\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 17045\n  - text: 'middle '\n    start_ms: 17221\n  - text: 'school '\n    start_ms: 17457\n  - text: 'fools, '\n    start_ms: 17888\n  - text: 'life '\n    start_ms: 18437\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 18692\n  - text: 'rushin'' '\n    start_ms: 18869\n  - text: 'past '\n    start_ms: 19222\n  - text: me\n    start_ms: 19555\n- text: Fresh up out a school, bus fightin' up at Pulaski\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 22410\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fresh '\n    start_ms: 19830\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 20030\n  - text: 'out '\n    start_ms: 20210\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 20350\n  - text: 'school, '\n    start_ms: 20430\n  - text: 'bus '\n    start_ms: 20670\n  - text: 'fightin'' '\n    start_ms: 21050\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 21390\n  - text: 'at '\n    start_ms: 21510\n  - text: Pulaski\n    start_ms: 21670\n- text: Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  start_ms: 22470\n  end_ms: 25240\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uncle '\n    start_ms: 22470\n  - text: 'hit '\n    start_ms: 22910\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 23090\n  - text: 'off '\n    start_ms: 23270\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 23430\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 23630\n  - text: 'zip, '\n    start_ms: 23750\n  - text: 'now '\n    start_ms: 24090\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 24230\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 24270\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 24410\n  - text: 'cash, '\n    start_ms: 24610\n  - text: G\n    start_ms: 24970\n- text: '\"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" My mama asked me (uh)'\n  start_ms: 25260\n  end_ms: 29050\n  words:\n  - text: '\"Where '\n    start_ms: 25320\n  - text: 'will '\n    start_ms: 25459\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 25499\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 25639\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 25799\n  - text: 'money '\n    start_ms: 25978\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 26257\n  - text: 'Nikes?\" '\n    start_ms: 26457\n  - text: 'My '\n    start_ms: 26816\n  - text: 'mama '\n    start_ms: 26975\n  - text: 'asked '\n    start_ms: 27335\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 27674\n  - text: (uh)\n    start_ms: 28312\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 30730\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 29050\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 29286\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 29443\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 29581\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 29895\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 30249\n- text: Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  start_ms: 30730\n  end_ms: 33450\n  words:\n  - text: 'Stress, '\n    start_ms: 30730\n  - text: 'weed, '\n    start_ms: 31268\n  - text: 'million '\n    start_ms: 31587\n  - text: 'seeds, '\n    start_ms: 31906\n  - text: 'where '\n    start_ms: 32244\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 32404\n  - text: 'liquor '\n    start_ms: 32543\n  - text: at?\n    start_ms: 32962\n- text: Mad Dog 2020, kept a nigga loose\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 35940\n  words:\n  - text: 'Mad '\n    start_ms: 33450\n  - text: 'Dog '\n    start_ms: 33910\n  - text: '2020, '\n    start_ms: 34350\n  - text: 'kept '\n    start_ms: 34910\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 35110\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 35230\n  - text: loose\n    start_ms: 35590\n- text: Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  start_ms: 35940\n  end_ms: 38900\n  words:\n  - text: 'Murder '\n    start_ms: 35940\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 36253\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 36409\n  - text: 'case '\n    start_ms: 36565\n  - text: 'except '\n    start_ms: 36761\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 37054\n  - text: 'niggas '\n    start_ms: 37151\n  - text: 'taste '\n    start_ms: 37483\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 37679\n  - text: 'gin '\n    start_ms: 37835\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 37991\n  - text: juice\n    start_ms: 38167\n- text: '''Cause then we gon'' be ridin'' on some bullshit'\n  start_ms: 38900\n  end_ms: 41690\n  words:\n  - text: '''Cause '\n    start_ms: 38900\n  - text: 'then '\n    start_ms: 39160\n  - text: 'we '\n    start_ms: 39340\n  - text: 'gon'' '\n    start_ms: 39480\n  - text: 'be '\n    start_ms: 39640\n  - text: 'ridin'' '\n    start_ms: 39820\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 40160\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 40280\n  - text: bullshit\n    start_ms: 40500\n- text: Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  start_ms: 41760\n  end_ms: 44310\n  words:\n  - text: 'Shoot '\n    start_ms: 41760\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 41980\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 42140\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 42260\n  - text: 'crib, '\n    start_ms: 42580\n  - text: 'that''s '\n    start_ms: 42940\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 43100\n  - text: 'hood '\n    start_ms: 43260\n  - text: shit\n    start_ms: 43560\n- text: And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  start_ms: 44370\n  end_ms: 46510\n  words:\n  - text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 44370\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 44696\n  - text: 'can '\n    start_ms: 44792\n  - text: 'give '\n    start_ms: 44984\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 45138\n  - text: 'fuck '\n    start_ms: 45291\n  - text: 'who '\n    start_ms: 45483\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 45656\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 45771\n  - text: 'house '\n    start_ms: 45925\n  - text: sleep\n    start_ms: 46251\n- text: Wakin' up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n  start_ms: 46510\n  end_ms: 50150\n  words:\n  - text: 'Wakin'' '\n    start_ms: 46510\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 46930\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 47050\n  - text: 'neighbors, '\n    start_ms: 47230\n  - text: 'shoot '\n    start_ms: 47530\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 47690\n  - text: 'trey '\n    start_ms: 47870\n  - text: 'eight '\n    start_ms: 48090\n  - text: 'at '\n    start_ms: 48250\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 48390\n  - text: 'police, '\n    start_ms: 48570\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 49250\n- text: Uh, yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 50280\n  end_ms: 56150\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 50280\n  - text: 'yeah, '\n    start_ms: 51735\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 53210\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 53348\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 53525\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 53603\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 53977\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 54331\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 55000\n- text: Uh, yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 56150\n  end_ms: 60310\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 56150\n  - text: 'yeah, '\n    start_ms: 57039\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 58502\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 58640\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 58798\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 58897\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 59272\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 59628\n- text: Uh, bitch, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch (yeah)\n  start_ms: 60310\n  end_ms: 67440\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 60310\n  - text: 'bitch, '\n    start_ms: 61050\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 63770\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 63930\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 64110\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 64210\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 64550\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 64950\n  - text: 'bitch '\n    start_ms: 65630\n  - text: (yeah)\n    start_ms: 66230\n- text: Yeah (bitch), I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 67530\n  end_ms: 70910\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah '\n    start_ms: 67530\n  - text: '(bitch), '\n    start_ms: 67647\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 69308\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 69386\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 69542\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 69581\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 69914\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 70304\n- text: Uh, chillin' with a bitch\n  start_ms: 70910\n  end_ms: 73040\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 70910\n  - text: 'chillin'' '\n    start_ms: 71950\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 72330\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 72490\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 72670\n- text: Watchin' LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  start_ms: 73080\n  end_ms: 75830\n  words:\n  - text: 'Watchin'' '\n    start_ms: 73080\n  - text: 'LeBron '\n    start_ms: 73500\n  - text: 'put '\n    start_ms: 74020\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 74200\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 74380\n  - text: '56 '\n    start_ms: 74480\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 75060\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 75180\n  - text: Knicks\n    start_ms: 75320\n- text: In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  start_ms: 75900\n  end_ms: 78890\n  words:\n  - text: 'In '\n    start_ms: 75900\n  - text: '2005, '\n    start_ms: 76040\n  - text: 'police '\n    start_ms: 76760\n  - text: 'killed '\n    start_ms: 77080\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 77260\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 77420\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 77720\n  - text: '2006'\n    start_ms: 78040\n- text: Only thin' he losin' is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  start_ms: 78890\n  end_ms: 81490\n  words:\n  - text: 'Only '\n    start_ms: 78890\n  - text: 'thin'' '\n    start_ms: 79089\n  - text: 'he '\n    start_ms: 79269\n  - text: 'losin'' '\n    start_ms: 79408\n  - text: 'is '\n    start_ms: 79767\n  - text: 'his '\n    start_ms: 79946\n  - text: 'pension, '\n    start_ms: 80065\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 80404\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 80564\n  - text: '''bout '\n    start_ms: 80683\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 80902\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 81062\n- text: If I see that ho, I got a slug for him\n  start_ms: 81490\n  end_ms: 83420\n  words:\n  - text: 'If '\n    start_ms: 81490\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 81661\n  - text: 'see '\n    start_ms: 81700\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 81872\n  - text: 'ho, '\n    start_ms: 82025\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 82235\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 82331\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 82484\n  - text: 'slug '\n    start_ms: 82560\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 82961\n  - text: him\n    start_ms: 83114\n- text: I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  start_ms: 83420\n  end_ms: 86120\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 83420\n  - text: 'wanna '\n    start_ms: 83640\n  - text: 'kill '\n    start_ms: 83920\n  - text: 'him '\n    start_ms: 84100\n  - text: 'slow '\n    start_ms: 84200\n  - text: 'like '\n    start_ms: 84420\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 84680\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 84780\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 84900\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 85040\n  - text: 'love '\n    start_ms: 85240\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 85580\n  - text: him\n    start_ms: 85760\n- text: I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  start_ms: 86130\n  end_ms: 88800\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 86130\n  - text: 'wanna '\n    start_ms: 86290\n  - text: 'torture '\n    start_ms: 86550\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 86930\n  - text: 'burn '\n    start_ms: 87110\n  - text: 'him, '\n    start_ms: 87290\n  - text: 'drag '\n    start_ms: 87410\n  - text: 'him '\n    start_ms: 87630\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 87790\n  - text: 'hell '\n    start_ms: 87950\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 88310\n  - text: me\n    start_ms: 88470\n- text: This for my nigga just lurkin', workin' the scale with me\n  start_ms: 88880\n  end_ms: 91350\n  words:\n  - text: 'This '\n    start_ms: 88880\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 89056\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 89212\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 89368\n  - text: 'just '\n    start_ms: 89661\n  - text: 'lurkin'', '\n    start_ms: 89856\n  - text: 'workin'' '\n    start_ms: 90169\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 90462\n  - text: 'scale '\n    start_ms: 90618\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 91028\n  - text: me\n    start_ms: 91165\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 91350\n  end_ms: 93840\n  words:\n  - text: 'In '\n    start_ms: 91350\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 91470\n  - text: 'last '\n    start_ms: 91669\n  - text: 'days, '\n    start_ms: 92007\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 92705\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 92804\n  - text: 'last '\n    start_ms: 92983\n  - text: page\n    start_ms: 93342\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm whippin' this butter 'cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 93840\n  end_ms: 96500\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fuck '\n    start_ms: 93840\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 94174\n  - text: 'job, '\n    start_ms: 94292\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 94507\n  - text: 'whippin'' '\n    start_ms: 94606\n  - text: 'this '\n    start_ms: 94939\n  - text: 'butter '\n    start_ms: 95116\n  - text: '''cause '\n    start_ms: 95371\n  - text: 'crime '\n    start_ms: 95587\n  - text: pays\n    start_ms: 95960\n- text: In these last days, on my last page\n  start_ms: 96500\n  end_ms: 99150\n  words:\n  - text: 'In '\n    start_ms: 96500\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 96700\n  - text: 'last '\n    start_ms: 96940\n  - text: 'days, '\n    start_ms: 97260\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 97960\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 98060\n  - text: 'last '\n    start_ms: 98220\n  - text: page\n    start_ms: 98600\n- text: Fuck a job, I'm servin' these cluckers, 'cause crime pays\n  start_ms: 99290\n  end_ms: 101620\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fuck '\n    start_ms: 99290\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 99581\n  - text: 'job, '\n    start_ms: 99698\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 99892\n  - text: 'servin'' '\n    start_ms: 100028\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 100358\n  - text: 'cluckers, '\n    start_ms: 100513\n  - text: '''cause '\n    start_ms: 100785\n  - text: 'crime '\n    start_ms: 100979\n  - text: pays\n    start_ms: 101329\n- text: I'm a lunatic by nature\n  start_ms: 101620\n  end_ms: 103470\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 101620\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 101820\n  - text: 'lunatic '\n    start_ms: 101920\n  - text: 'by '\n    start_ms: 102420\n  - text: nature\n    start_ms: 102580\n- text: Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  start_ms: 103480\n  end_ms: 106250\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 103480\n  - text: 'kidnap '\n    start_ms: 104138\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 104496\n  - text: 'family '\n    start_ms: 104636\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 104955\n  - text: 'his '\n    start_ms: 105074\n  - text: paper\n    start_ms: 105293\n- text: Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  start_ms: 106250\n  end_ms: 108910\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 106250\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 106870\n  - text: 'if '\n    start_ms: 107030\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 107210\n  - text: 'make '\n    start_ms: 107330\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 107510\n  - text: 'through '\n    start_ms: 107650\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 107810\n  - text: 'day, '\n    start_ms: 107990\n  - text: bro\n    start_ms: 108310\n- text: Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n  start_ms: 108920\n  end_ms: 112510\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 108920\n  - text: 'pray '\n    start_ms: 109668\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 109805\n  - text: 'God '\n    start_ms: 110002\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 110336\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 110376\n  - text: 'stank '\n    start_ms: 110612\n  - text: 'ya, '\n    start_ms: 111025\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 111635\n- text: Got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 112510\n  end_ms: 115460\n  words:\n  - text: 'Got '\n    start_ms: 112510\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 112810\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 112910\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 113270\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 113650\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 114350\n- text: Uh, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 115520\n  end_ms: 120860\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 115520\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 117200\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 117360\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 117540\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 117640\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 117980\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 118380\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 119060\n- text: Yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 120890\n  end_ms: 125730\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 120890\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 122610\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 122770\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 122950\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 123030\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 123410\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 123790\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 124490\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 125770\n  end_ms: 127950\n  words:\n  - text: 'Real '\n    start_ms: 125770\n  - text: 'killer, '\n    start_ms: 126135\n  - text: 'drug '\n    start_ms: 126461\n  - text: dealer\n    start_ms: 126788\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 127950\n  end_ms: 131010\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 127950\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 128070\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 128310\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 128370\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 128670\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 129050\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 129770\n- text: Real killer, drug dealer\n  start_ms: 131040\n  end_ms: 133110\n  words:\n  - text: 'Real '\n    start_ms: 131040\n  - text: 'killer, '\n    start_ms: 131409\n  - text: 'drug '\n    start_ms: 131740\n  - text: dealer\n    start_ms: 132070\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 133110\n  end_ms: 136810\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 133110\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 133350\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 133550\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 133690\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 134010\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 134390\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 135070\n- text: Yeah, 17th Ave nigga, Virginia Street\n  start_ms: 136850\n  end_ms: 141700\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 136850\n  - text: '17th '\n    start_ms: 138350\n  - text: 'Ave '\n    start_ms: 138930\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 139130\n  - text: 'Virginia '\n    start_ms: 139330\n  - text: Street\n    start_ms: 139770\n- text: This ain't 2300 Jackson Street, nigga\n  start_ms: 141700\n  end_ms: 145480\n  words:\n  - text: 'This '\n    start_ms: 141700\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 141920\n  - text: '2300 '\n    start_ms: 142180\n  - text: 'Jackson '\n    start_ms: 142780\n  - text: 'Street, '\n    start_ms: 143140\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 143420\n- text: Real shit, nigga\n  start_ms: 145480\n  end_ms: 146930\n  words:\n  - text: 'Real '\n    start_ms: 145480\n  - text: 'shit, '\n    start_ms: 145920\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 146240\n- text: This ain't no motherfuckin' museum, no motherfuckin' exhibit, nigga\n  start_ms: 146960\n  end_ms: 152140\n  words:\n  - text: 'This '\n    start_ms: 146960\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 147320\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 147480\n  - text: 'motherfuckin'' '\n    start_ms: 147580\n  - text: 'museum, '\n    start_ms: 148040\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 148580\n  - text: 'motherfuckin'' '\n    start_ms: 148740\n  - text: 'exhibit, '\n    start_ms: 149200\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 149720\n- text: Uh, I'm really out here givin' it to these niggas, I'm out here feedin' these young niggas, nigga\n  start_ms: 152180\n  end_ms: 159840\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh, '\n    start_ms: 152180\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 154473\n  - text: 'really '\n    start_ms: 154592\n  - text: 'out '\n    start_ms: 154809\n  - text: 'here '\n    start_ms: 154928\n  - text: 'givin'' '\n    start_ms: 155106\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 155303\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 155382\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 155501\n  - text: 'niggas, '\n    start_ms: 155718\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 155995\n  - text: 'out '\n    start_ms: 156094\n  - text: 'here '\n    start_ms: 156213\n  - text: 'feedin'' '\n    start_ms: 156391\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 156687\n  - text: 'young '\n    start_ms: 156944\n  - text: 'niggas, '\n    start_ms: 157161\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 157498\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 159840\n  end_ms: 162990\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 159840\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 160060\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 160220\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 160360\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 160660\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 161040\n- text: Givin' out turkeys, you nigga\n  start_ms: 163080\n  end_ms: 163920\n  words:\n  - text: 'Givin'' '\n    start_ms: 163080\n  - text: 'out '\n    start_ms: 163246\n  - text: 'turkeys, '\n    start_ms: 163431\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 163689\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 163800\n- text: Buildin' up courts, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 163920\n  end_ms: 167130\n  words:\n  - text: 'Buildin'' '\n    start_ms: 163920\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 164420\n  - text: 'courts, '\n    start_ms: 164620\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 165000\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 165240\n  - text: 'know '\n    start_ms: 165313\n  - text: 'what '\n    start_ms: 165380\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 165540\n  - text: sayin'?\n    start_ms: 165680\n- text: Fuck with the youngings, nigga\n  start_ms: 167150\n  end_ms: 170140\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fuck '\n    start_ms: 167150\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 167430\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 167570\n  - text: 'youngings, '\n    start_ms: 167710\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 168110\n- text: What you doin', nigga?\n  start_ms: 170160\n  end_ms: 174110\n  words:\n  - text: 'What '\n    start_ms: 170160\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 170530\n  - text: 'doin'', '\n    start_ms: 170666\n  - text: nigga?\n    start_ms: 170958\n- text: All for a motherfuckin' nickel bag, nigga\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 178810\n  words:\n  - text: 'All '\n    start_ms: 174110\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 174450\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 174590\n  - text: 'motherfuckin'' '\n    start_ms: 174670\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 175150\n  - text: 'bag, '\n    start_ms: 175450\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 175790\n- text: Shoutout to my nigga, Carmelo, nigga\n  start_ms: 178850\n  end_ms: 181750\n  words:\n  - text: 'Shoutout '\n    start_ms: 178850\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 179230\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 179330\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 179430\n  - text: 'Carmelo, '\n    start_ms: 179610\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 180150\n- text: Get that shit next year, nigga\n  start_ms: 181750\n  end_ms: 182720\n  words:\n  - text: 'Get '\n    start_ms: 181750\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 181790\n  - text: 'shit '\n    start_ms: 181930\n  - text: 'next '\n    start_ms: 182150\n  - text: 'year, '\n    start_ms: 182390\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 182530\n- text: That block man, that was some bullshit\n  start_ms: 182730\n  end_ms: 187830\n  words:\n  - text: 'That '\n    start_ms: 182730\n  - text: 'block '\n    start_ms: 182950\n  - text: 'man, '\n    start_ms: 183270\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 183470\n  - text: 'was '\n    start_ms: 183570\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 183670\n  - text: bullshit\n    start_ms: 183850\n- text: Shoutout to my nigga, Iman Shumpert, man\n  start_ms: 187880\n  end_ms: 191940\n  words:\n  - text: 'Shoutout '\n    start_ms: 187880\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 188419\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 188479\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 188598\n  - text: 'Iman '\n    start_ms: 188878\n  - text: 'Shumpert, '\n    start_ms: 189177\n  - text: man\n    start_ms: 189576\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 191940\n  end_ms: 197250\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 191940\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 192160\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 192320\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 192460\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 192780\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 193160\n- text: I got it sellin' nickel bags\n  start_ms: 197290\n  end_ms: 200420\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 197290\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 197544\n  - text: 'it '\n    start_ms: 197681\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 197799\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 198131\n  - text: bags\n    start_ms: 198483\n- text: Lambo! We killed y'all niggas in the '90s, nigga\n  start_ms: 200420\n  end_ms: 206700\n  words:\n  - text: 'Lambo! '\n    start_ms: 200420\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 202360\n  - text: 'killed '\n    start_ms: 202580\n  - text: 'y''all '\n    start_ms: 202880\n  - text: 'niggas '\n    start_ms: 203160\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 203460\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 203580\n  - text: '''90s, '\n    start_ms: 203889\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 204220\n- text: MJ, nigga\n  start_ms: 206740\n  end_ms: 209780\n  words:\n  - text: 'MJ, '\n    start_ms: 206740\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 207617\n- text: Fade away, nigga\n  start_ms: 209780\n  end_ms: 212850\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fade '\n    start_ms: 209780\n  - text: 'away, '\n    start_ms: 210096\n  - text: nigga\n    start_ms: 210412\n- text: That nigga got us sellin' nickel bags, bitch\n  start_ms: 212850\n  end_ms: 217770\n  words:\n  - text: 'That '\n    start_ms: 212850\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 213090\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 213410\n  - text: 'us '\n    start_ms: 213570\n  - text: 'sellin'' '\n    start_ms: 213710\n  - text: 'nickel '\n    start_ms: 214050\n  - text: 'bags, '\n    start_ms: 214390\n  - text: bitch\n    start_ms: 217110\nplain: |-\n  Pippen on the assist\n  I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks\n  That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96\n  Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist\n  We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me\n  Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski\n  Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G\n  \"Where will you get some money for Nikes?\" my mama asked me\n  I got it selling nickle bags\n  Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?\n  Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose\n  Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice\n  Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit\n  Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit\n  And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep\n  Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch\n\n  I got it selling nickel bags, bitch\n\n  Chilling with a bitch\n  Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks\n  In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006\n  Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch\n  If I see that ho I got a slug for him\n  I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him\n  I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me\n  This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays\n  In these last days, on my last page\n  Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays\n  I'm a lunatic by nature\n  Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper\n  Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro\n  Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch\n"}]