[{"id":20566238,"name":"MANIFEST/OUTRO","trackName":"MANIFEST/OUTRO","artistName":"FUGEES","albumName":"FUGEES   THE SCORE","duration":359.6400128,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I woke up this morning\nI was feeling kind of high\nIt was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\nSelassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\nJah Rhastafari,\nChrist, took a sip of the Amaretto,\nPassed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\nGive me a clue who could do this to you?\nThe kid on the block who makes less money than you.\nCrooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\nAll he got to do is deliver the savior\nRight on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\nMy cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\nThe time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\nI saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\nFather if possible, pass this cup before me,\nBut it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n\nYou see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\nI found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\nAnd time it turned,\nHe tried to burn me like a perm\nThough my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\nFrom um, some, dumb woman, was I,\nAnd everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\nMy heart must have died a thousand deaths\nCompared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\nNothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\nI tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\nPain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\nDiamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\nWhen my peoples would protest,\nI told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\nMore than just the sex\nI was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\nI'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\nI was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\nBut no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n\nGun-clap Shell cap,\nGot them crawling on they back\nCome through with the Fu\nThey be who the F**k is that\nIt's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\nCut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\nLethal injection, witness protection\nRefugee camp's under investigation\nGunshot bursts in all directions\nFor the wack MC's we read your revelations\nDischarge through your pores\nGet raw and kill Boors\nI can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\nSome manifest, with slugs in they chest\nGod bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.71] I woke up this morning\n[00:22.18] I was feeling kind of high\n[00:22.95] It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n[00:24.21] Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n[00:28.33] Jah Rhastafari,\n[00:30.51] Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n[00:32.48] Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n[00:35.29] Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n[00:37.89] The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n[00:40.30] Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\n[00:43.22] All he got to do is deliver the savior\n[00:45.83] Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\n[00:47.78] My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\n[00:50.15] The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n[00:53.14] I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n[00:56.60] Father if possible, pass this cup before me,\n[00:57.79] But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n[01:11.12] You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\n[01:12.98] I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\n[01:15.45] And time it turned,\n[01:17.52] He tried to burn me like a perm\n[01:18.41] Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n[01:20.02] From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n[01:23.09] And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n[01:26.57] My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n[01:28.75] Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n[01:30.74] Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n[01:32.71] I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n[01:35.05] Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n[01:37.50] Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n[01:40.68] When my peoples would protest,\n[01:44.36] I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n[01:45.28] More than just the sex\n[01:46.14] I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n[01:48.28] I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n[01:50.82] I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\n[01:53.75] But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n[02:11.66] Gun-clap Shell cap,\n[02:17.61] Got them crawling on they back\n[02:18.85] Come through with the Fu\n[02:20.45] They be who the F**k is that\n[02:21.53] It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\n[02:24.69] Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\n[02:27.64] Lethal injection, witness protection\n[02:30.09] Refugee camp's under investigation\n[02:31.72] Gunshot bursts in all directions\n[02:34.34] For the wack MC's we read your revelations\n[02:36.98] Discharge through your pores\n[02:38.05] Get raw and kill Boors\n[02:39.24] I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n[02:41.53] Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n[02:44.18] God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n[02:47.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: MANIFEST/OUTRO\n  artist: FUGEES\n  album: FUGEES   THE SCORE\n  duration_ms: 359640\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I woke up this morning\n  start_ms: 20710\n  end_ms: 22180\n- text: I was feeling kind of high\n  start_ms: 22180\n  end_ms: 22950\n- text: It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  start_ms: 22950\n  end_ms: 24210\n- text: Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  start_ms: 24210\n  end_ms: 28330\n- text: Jah Rhastafari,\n  start_ms: 28330\n  end_ms: 30510\n- text: Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  start_ms: 30510\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n  start_ms: 35290\n  end_ms: 37890\n- text: The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n  start_ms: 37890\n  end_ms: 40300\n- text: Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\n  start_ms: 40300\n  end_ms: 43220\n- text: All he got to do is deliver the savior\n  start_ms: 43220\n  end_ms: 45830\n- text: Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\n  start_ms: 45830\n  end_ms: 47780\n- text: My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\n  start_ms: 47780\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 53140\n- text: I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n  start_ms: 53140\n  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110820\n  end_ms: 113750\n- text: But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n  start_ms: 113750\n  end_ms: 131660\n- text: Gun-clap Shell cap,\n  start_ms: 131660\n  end_ms: 137610\n- text: Got them crawling on they back\n  start_ms: 137610\n  end_ms: 138850\n- text: Come through with the Fu\n  start_ms: 138850\n  end_ms: 140450\n- text: They be who the F**k is that\n  start_ms: 140450\n  end_ms: 141530\n- text: It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\n  start_ms: 141530\n  end_ms: 144690\n- text: Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\n  start_ms: 144690\n  end_ms: 147640\n- text: Lethal injection, witness protection\n  start_ms: 147640\n  end_ms: 150090\n- text: Refugee camp's under investigation\n  start_ms: 150090\n  end_ms: 151720\n- text: Gunshot bursts in all directions\n  start_ms: 151720\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: For the wack MC's we read your revelations\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: Discharge through your pores\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 158050\n- text: Get raw and kill Boors\n  start_ms: 158050\n  end_ms: 159240\n- text: I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n  start_ms: 159240\n  end_ms: 161530\n- text: Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n  start_ms: 161530\n  end_ms: 164180\n- text: God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n  start_ms: 164180\n  end_ms: 167650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 167650\nplain: |-\n  I woke up this morning\n  I was feeling kind of high\n  It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  Jah Rhastafari,\n  Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n  The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n  Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\n  All he got to do is deliver the savior\n  Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\n  My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\n  The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n  I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n  Father if possible, pass this cup before me,\n  But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n\n  You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\n  I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\n  And time it turned,\n  He tried to burn me like a perm\n  Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n  From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n  And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n  My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n  Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n  Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n  I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n  Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n  Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n  When my peoples would protest,\n  I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was 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heart beating from my chest\n[01:32.71] I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n[01:35.05] Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n[01:37.50] Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n[01:40.68] When my peoples would protest,\n[01:44.36] I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n[01:45.28] More than just the sex\n[01:46.14] I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n[01:48.28] I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n[01:50.82] I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\n[01:53.75] But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n[02:11.66] Gun-clap Shell cap,\n[02:17.61] Got them crawling on they back\n[02:18.85] Come through with the Fu\n[02:20.45] They be who the F**k is that\n[02:21.53] It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\n[02:24.69] Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\n[02:27.64] Lethal injection, witness protection\n[02:30.09] Refugee camp's under investigation\n[02:31.72] Gunshot bursts in all directions\n[02:34.34] For the wack MC's we read your revelations\n[02:36.98] Discharge through your pores\n[02:38.05] Get raw and kill Boors\n[02:39.24] I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n[02:41.53] Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n[02:44.18] God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n[02:47.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manifest/Outro\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score - Fugees (Refugee Camp)\n  duration_ms: 360000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I woke up this morning\n  start_ms: 20710\n  end_ms: 22180\n- text: I was feeling kind of high\n  start_ms: 22180\n  end_ms: 22950\n- text: It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  start_ms: 22950\n  end_ms: 24210\n- text: Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  start_ms: 24210\n  end_ms: 28330\n- text: Jah Rhastafari,\n  start_ms: 28330\n  end_ms: 30510\n- text: Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  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90740\n  end_ms: 92710\n- text: I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n  start_ms: 92710\n  end_ms: 95050\n- text: Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n  start_ms: 95050\n  end_ms: 97500\n- text: Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n  start_ms: 97500\n  end_ms: 100680\n- text: When my peoples would protest,\n  start_ms: 100680\n  end_ms: 104360\n- text: I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n  start_ms: 104360\n  end_ms: 105280\n- text: More than just the sex\n  start_ms: 105280\n  end_ms: 106140\n- text: I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n  start_ms: 106140\n  end_ms: 108280\n- text: I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n  start_ms: 108280\n  end_ms: 110820\n- text: I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\n  start_ms: 110820\n  end_ms: 113750\n- text: But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n  start_ms: 113750\n  end_ms: 131660\n- 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protection\nRefugee camp's under investigation\nGunshot bursts in all directions\nFor the wack MC's we read your revelations\nDischarge through your pores\nGet raw and kill Boors\nI can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\nSome manifest, with slugs in they chest\nGod bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.71] I woke up this morning\n[00:22.18] I was feeling kind of high\n[00:22.95] It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n[00:24.21] Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n[00:28.33] Jah Rhastafari,\n[00:30.51] Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n[00:32.48] Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n[00:35.29] Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n[00:37.89] The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n[00:40.30] Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\n[00:43.22] All he got to do is deliver the savior\n[00:45.83] Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\n[00:47.78] My cup 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Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n[02:41.53] Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n[02:44.18] God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n[02:47.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manifest/Outro\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Blunted On Reality/The Score\n  duration_ms: 359000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I woke up this morning\n  start_ms: 20710\n  end_ms: 22180\n- text: I was feeling kind of high\n  start_ms: 22180\n  end_ms: 22950\n- text: It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  start_ms: 22950\n  end_ms: 24210\n- text: Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  start_ms: 24210\n  end_ms: 28330\n- text: Jah Rhastafari,\n  start_ms: 28330\n  end_ms: 30510\n- text: Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  start_ms: 30510\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n  start_ms: 35290\n  end_ms: 37890\n- text: The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n  start_ms: 37890\n  end_ms: 40300\n- text: Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\n  start_ms: 40300\n  end_ms: 43220\n- text: All he got to do is deliver the savior\n  start_ms: 43220\n  end_ms: 45830\n- text: Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\n  start_ms: 45830\n  end_ms: 47780\n- text: My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\n  start_ms: 47780\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 53140\n- text: I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n  start_ms: 53140\n  end_ms: 56600\n- text: Father if possible, pass this cup before me,\n  start_ms: 56600\n  end_ms: 57790\n- text: But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n  start_ms: 57790\n  end_ms: 71120\n- text: You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\n  start_ms: 71120\n  end_ms: 72980\n- text: I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\n  start_ms: 72980\n  end_ms: 75450\n- text: And time it turned,\n  start_ms: 75450\n  end_ms: 77520\n- text: He tried to burn me like a perm\n  start_ms: 77520\n  end_ms: 78410\n- text: Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n  start_ms: 78410\n  end_ms: 80020\n- text: From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n  start_ms: 80020\n  end_ms: 83090\n- text: And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n  start_ms: 83090\n  end_ms: 86570\n- text: My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n  start_ms: 86570\n  end_ms: 88750\n- text: Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n  start_ms: 88750\n  end_ms: 90740\n- text: Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n  start_ms: 90740\n  end_ms: 92710\n- text: I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n  start_ms: 92710\n  end_ms: 95050\n- text: Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n  start_ms: 95050\n  end_ms: 97500\n- text: Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n  start_ms: 97500\n  end_ms: 100680\n- text: When my peoples would protest,\n  start_ms: 100680\n  end_ms: 104360\n- text: I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n  start_ms: 104360\n  end_ms: 105280\n- text: More than just the sex\n  start_ms: 105280\n  end_ms: 106140\n- text: I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n  start_ms: 106140\n  end_ms: 108280\n- text: I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n  start_ms: 108280\n  end_ms: 110820\n- text: I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\n  start_ms: 110820\n  end_ms: 113750\n- text: But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n  start_ms: 113750\n  end_ms: 131660\n- text: Gun-clap Shell cap,\n  start_ms: 131660\n  end_ms: 137610\n- text: Got them crawling on they back\n  start_ms: 137610\n  end_ms: 138850\n- text: Come through with the Fu\n  start_ms: 138850\n  end_ms: 140450\n- text: They be who the F**k is that\n  start_ms: 140450\n  end_ms: 141530\n- text: It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\n  start_ms: 141530\n  end_ms: 144690\n- text: Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\n  start_ms: 144690\n  end_ms: 147640\n- text: Lethal injection, witness protection\n  start_ms: 147640\n  end_ms: 150090\n- text: Refugee camp's under investigation\n  start_ms: 150090\n  end_ms: 151720\n- text: Gunshot bursts in all directions\n  start_ms: 151720\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: For the wack MC's we read your revelations\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: Discharge through your pores\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 158050\n- text: Get raw and kill Boors\n  start_ms: 158050\n  end_ms: 159240\n- text: I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n  start_ms: 159240\n  end_ms: 161530\n- text: Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n  start_ms: 161530\n  end_ms: 164180\n- text: God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n  start_ms: 164180\n  end_ms: 167650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 167650\nplain: |-\n  I woke up this morning\n  I was feeling kind of high\n  It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  Jah Rhastafari,\n  Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n  The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n  Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\n  All he got to do is deliver the savior\n  Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\n  My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\n  The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n  I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n  Father if possible, pass this cup before me,\n  But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n\n  You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\n  I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\n  And time it turned,\n  He tried to burn me like a perm\n  Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n  From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n  And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n  My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n  Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n  Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n  I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n  Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n  Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n  When my peoples would protest,\n  I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n  More than just the sex\n  I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n  I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n  I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\n  But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n\n  Gun-clap Shell cap,\n  Got them crawling on they back\n  Come through with the Fu\n  They be who the F**k is that\n  It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\n  Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\n  Lethal injection, witness protection\n  Refugee camp's under investigation\n  Gunshot bursts in all directions\n  For the wack MC's we read your revelations\n  Discharge through your pores\n  Get raw and kill Boors\n  I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n  Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n  God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n"},{"id":3971779,"name":"Manifest/Outro","trackName":"Manifest/Outro","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score (Expanded Edition)","duration":359.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\nWyclef, Preacher's Son\r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\nPrazwell (Come on as we bug out)\r\n(Before I man-man-manifest the rhyme)\r\nI used to go to church\r\n(Before-fore-fore I man-man-man-man)\r\nL Boogie, drive the hearse (Manifest the rhyme)\r\n \r\nI woke up this morning, I was feeling kind of high\r\nIt was me, Jesus Christ, and Haile Selassie\r\nSelassie said, \"Greetings in the name of the Most High\r\nJah Rastafari\"\r\nChrist took a sip of the Amaretto\r\nPassed it down the table, said, \"Today I'll be betrayed by one of you 12 Disciples\"\r\nGive me a clue, who could do this to you?\r\nThe kid on the block who make less money than you (Calm down)\r\nCrooked cops pulled up, they offered him thirty pieces of silver\r\nAll he got to do is deliver the Savior\r\nRight on Bergen Street from bad luck to good luck\r\nMy cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\r\nThe time have arrived, the prophecy will manifest\r\nI saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\r\nFather, if possible, pass this cup before me\r\nYo, it's too late, I chose my destiny in Gethsemane\r\n \r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n(I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n(I'm manifesting)\r\n \r\nYou see I loved hard once (Once), but the love wasn't returned\r\nI found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\r\nIn time, it turned, he tried to burn me like a perm\r\nThough my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn\r\nFrom, um, some dumb woman was I\r\nAnd every time he'd lie, he would cry, and inside I'd die\r\nMy heart must have died a thousand deaths\r\nCompared myself to Toni Braxton, thought I'd never catch my breath\r\nNothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\r\nI tried to call the cops, that type of thief, they can't arrest\r\nPain suppressed will lead to cardiac arrest\r\nDiamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worthless\r\nWhen my peoples would protest\r\nI told them mind they business, 'cause my shit was complex\r\nMore than just the sex\r\nI was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\r\nI'd spend nights clutching my breast, overwhelmed by God's test\r\nI was God's best, contemplatin' death with a Gillette\r\nBut no man is ever worth the paradise, manifest\r\n \r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n(I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n(I'm manifesting)\r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n(I'm man-manifesting)\r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Prazwell\r\n \r\nGun clap, shell cap, got them crawling on they backs (Facts)\r\nCome through with the Fu, they be, \"Who the **** is that?\"\r\nIt's unpredictable when my tongue performs Jiu-Jitsu\r\nCut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil (Come on)\r\nLethal injection, witness protection\r\nRefugee camps under investigation\r\nGunshot bursts in all directions\r\nFor the wack MC's, we read your revelations (Uh-huh)\r\nDischarge through your pores, get raw and kill boars\r\nI can Capleton when I'm on a tour\r\nSome manifest with slugs in they chest\r\nGod bless all the cowboys in the Wild Wild West\r\n \r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n(I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n(I'm manifesting)\r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n(I'm man-manifesting)\r\n(Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme)\r\n \r\nYo, my whole life was spent looking at myself through the eyes of a mother****er that hate me\r\n(So what, man?)\r\nDrugged up most of the time\r\nI remember one time I was so ****ing high, man\r\nI just got finished drinking, I came home, started sniffin'\r\nI just got up and fell the **** out, yo\r\nInstead of my brother helping me up, he just start straight kicking me in the bathroom\r\n\"Yo, get up, get up, get up\r\nMom's goin' get us, yo, get up\" (Yo, what the ****?)\r\nI wake up in the morning, man, laying in my throw up and shit all over my nose, man\r\nYou know what I realized? It's easy to kill niggas, man\r\nIt's easy to kill n****s 'cause they look like you\r\nThey smell like you\r\nShit, they even live on your same mother****in' block\r\nThe only problem we have is killin' the people who don't look like us\r\nWho oppress us, shit (How you gon' do that?)\r\nAyy, if you wanna impress me, shoot the mother****er who turned off my lights (True that, true that)\r\nYou want to impress me, shoot somebody who making my bills high all of the time\r\nSee, it's easy for cats to kill other cats, it's just the dogs they got trouble with\r\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\r\nIt's time for us to stand up like men and women, yo\r\nWord up, we gotta stand up and do something about this\r\nYou know why?\r\nYou let a mother****er kick you five times, they gon' kick you five times (True)\r\nYou let 'em kick you three times, they gon' kick you three times\r\nYou let 'em kick you twice, they gon' kick you twice\r\n(I wouldn't let that nigga kick me once, you know what I'm sayin'?)\r\nYou let 'em kick you once, they gon' kick you once\r\nBut if you break off the mother****in' feet\r\nAin't gon' be no more kicking goin' on, kid (Oh, shit)\r\nAin't no more kickin'\r\nI learned that shit growing up in Newark, man, the Brick City\r\n \r\nThe Score was written by The Fugees\r\nProduced by Wyclef and Lauryn\r\nExecutive producers, my man Prazwell\r\nAssociate producers, my man Salaam, Diamond D, Forté, Shawn the English King\r\nMusic supervised by my man Jerry, edited by my man Warren\r\nStunts by my man DJ Scribble and my man DJ Leon\r\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\r\nWhat you askin' for what?\r\nGet outta here, get outta here\r\nExcuse me\r\nInspired by my man Khalis Bayyan\r\nNarrated by my man Ras Baraka\r\nStarring Wyclef as the preacher's son, God bless\r\nLauryn as L Boogie\r\nAnd my man Prazwell's that ****ed up nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\r\nJunior, that's my man Little Junior, grow, mother****er\r\nAnd my man Telly as the Chinese store owner and the miscellaneous nigga\r\nAnd then known as the quick comer (He in and out)\r\nThat's right, and J as another miscellaneous n***a\r\nThis n***a that's always lying about his d**k\r\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\r\nAnd check out the bonus by my man Wyclef Junior, hip-hop folk favorite, \"Mista Mista\"\r\nAnd by the way, brought to you by L Boog-Boog\r\nCaptain Ghetto, the pop master, Kool DJ\r\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.17](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[00:02.37]Wyclef, Preacher's Son\r\n[00:04.84](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[00:07.44]Prazwell (Come on as we bug out)\r\n[00:10.43](Before I man-man-manifest the rhyme)\r\n[00:12.54]I used to go to church\r\n[00:13.31](Before-fore-fore I man-man-man-man)\r\n[00:16.68]L Boogie, drive the hearse (Manifest the rhyme)\r\n[00:17.55]\r\n[00:19.43]I woke up this morning, I was feeling kind of high\r\n[00:22.40]It was me, Jesus Christ, and Haile Selassie\r\n[00:24.73]Selassie said, \"Greetings in the name of the Most High\r\n[00:28.42]Jah Rastafari\"\r\n[00:29.99]Christ took a sip of the Amaretto\r\n[00:32.14]Passed it down the table, said, \"Today I'll be betrayed by one of you 12 Disciples\"\r\n[00:35.52]Give me a clue, who could do this to you?\r\n[00:37.76]The kid on the block who make less money than you (Calm down)\r\n[00:40.39]Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him thirty pieces of silver\r\n[00:43.25]All he got to do is deliver the Savior\r\n[00:45.42]Right on Bergen Street from bad luck to good luck\r\n[00:47.84]My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\r\n[00:50.43]The time have arrived, the prophecy will manifest\r\n[00:52.90]I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\r\n[00:55.36]Father, if possible, pass this cup before me\r\n[00:57.92]Yo, it's too late, I chose my destiny in Gethsemane\r\n[01:00.49]\r\n[01:01.28](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[01:03.11](I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\r\n[01:05.90](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[01:08.48](I'm manifesting)\r\n[01:09.86]\r\n[01:10.63]You see I loved hard once (Once), but the love wasn't returned\r\n[01:13.09]I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\r\n[01:15.57]In time, it turned, he tried to burn me like a perm\r\n[01:18.07]Though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn\r\n[01:20.70]From, um, some dumb woman was I\r\n[01:23.15]And every time he'd lie, he would cry, and inside I'd die\r\n[01:26.15]My heart must have died a thousand deaths\r\n[01:28.48]Compared myself to Toni Braxton, thought I'd never catch my breath\r\n[01:31.01]Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\r\n[01:33.24]I tried to call the cops, that type of thief, they can't arrest\r\n[01:35.69]Pain suppressed will lead to cardiac arrest\r\n[01:38.77]Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worthless\r\n[01:41.14]When my peoples would protest\r\n[01:42.70]I told them mind they business, 'cause my shit was complex\r\n[01:44.61]More than just the sex\r\n[01:46.00]I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\r\n[01:48.14]I'd spend nights clutching my breast, overwhelmed by God's test\r\n[01:50.85]I was God's best, contemplatin' death with a Gillette\r\n[01:53.37]But no man is ever worth the paradise, manifest\r\n[01:56.09]\r\n[01:56.76](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[01:58.82](I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\r\n[02:01.15](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[02:03.75](I'm manifesting)\r\n[02:06.14](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[02:09.15](I'm man-manifesting)\r\n[02:11.37](Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Prazwell\r\n[02:13.15]\r\n[02:16.77]Gun clap, shell cap, got them crawling on they backs (Facts)\r\n[02:19.08]Come through with the Fu, they be, \"Who the **** is that?\"\r\n[02:21.24]It's unpredictable when my tongue performs Jiu-Jitsu\r\n[02:24.24]Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil (Come on)\r\n[02:26.72]Lethal injection, witness protection\r\n[02:28.87]Refugee camps under investigation\r\n[02:31.25]Gunshot bursts in all directions\r\n[02:33.81]For the wack MC's, we read your revelations (Uh-huh)\r\n[02:36.59]Discharge through your pores, get raw and kill boars\r\n[02:38.94]I can Capleton when I'm on a tour\r\n[02:41.47]Some manifest with slugs in they chest\r\n[02:43.96]God bless all the cowboys in the Wild Wild West\r\n[02:46.47]\r\n[02:47.04](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[02:49.69](I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\r\n[02:51.87](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[02:54.69](I'm manifesting)\r\n[02:57.09](Before I manifest the rhyme)\r\n[03:00.81](I'm man-manifesting)\r\n[03:03.88](Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme)\r\n[03:06.24]\r\n[03:16.93]Yo, my whole life was spent looking at myself through the eyes of a mother****er that hate me\r\n[03:20.96](So what, man?)\r\n[03:22.32]Drugged up most of the time\r\n[03:23.95]I remember one time I was so ****ing high, man\r\n[03:25.96]I just got finished drinking, I came home, started sniffin'\r\n[03:28.17]I just got up and fell the **** out, yo\r\n[03:30.66]Instead of my brother helping me up, he just start straight kicking me in the bathroom\r\n[03:34.26]\"Yo, get up, get up, get up\r\n[03:35.44]Mom's goin' get us, yo, get up\" (Yo, what the ****?)\r\n[03:38.37]I wake up in the morning, man, laying in my throw up and shit all over my nose, man\r\n[03:41.72]You know what I realized? It's easy to kill niggas, man\r\n[03:44.06]It's easy to kill n****s 'cause they look like you\r\n[03:46.80]They smell like you\r\n[03:48.33]Shit, they even live on your same mother****in' block\r\n[03:50.96]The only problem we have is killin' the people who don't look like us\r\n[03:55.00]Who oppress us, shit (How you gon' do that?)\r\n[03:57.63]Ayy, if you wanna impress me, shoot the mother****er who turned off my lights (True that, true that)\r\n[04:01.21]You want to impress me, shoot somebody who making my bills high all of the time\r\n[04:04.71]See, it's easy for cats to kill other cats, it's just the dogs they got trouble with\r\n[04:09.43]You know what I'm sayin'?\r\n[04:11.12]It's time for us to stand up like men and women, yo\r\n[04:13.43]Word up, we gotta stand up and do something about this\r\n[04:15.63]You know why?\r\n[04:16.69]You let a mother****er kick you five times, they gon' kick you five times (True)\r\n[04:19.79]You let 'em kick you three times, they gon' kick you three times\r\n[04:22.65]You let 'em kick you twice, they gon' kick you twice\r\n[04:24.97](I wouldn't let that nigga kick me once, you know what I'm sayin'?)\r\n[04:26.99]You let 'em kick you once, they gon' kick you once\r\n[04:28.56]But if you break off the mother****in' feet\r\n[04:30.17]Ain't gon' be no more kicking goin' on, kid (Oh, shit)\r\n[04:32.42]Ain't no more kickin'\r\n[04:34.11]I learned that shit growing up in Newark, man, the Brick City\r\n[04:37.33]\r\n[04:41.10]The Score was written by The Fugees\r\n[04:42.22]Produced by Wyclef and Lauryn\r\n[04:44.04]Executive producers, my man Prazwell\r\n[04:46.15]Associate producers, my man Salaam, Diamond D, Forté, Shawn the English King\r\n[04:50.33]Music supervised by my man Jerry, edited by my man Warren\r\n[04:53.83]Stunts by my man DJ Scribble and my man DJ Leon\r\n[04:57.07]Know what I'm sayin'?\r\n[04:58.10]What you askin' for what?\r\n[04:59.95]Get outta here, get outta here\r\n[05:03.41]Excuse me\r\n[05:04.37]Inspired by my man Khalis Bayyan\r\n[05:06.12]Narrated by my man Ras Baraka\r\n[05:08.18]Starring Wyclef as the preacher's son, God bless\r\n[05:12.19]Lauryn as L Boogie\r\n[05:14.54]And my man Prazwell's that ****ed up nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\r\n[05:16.26]Junior, that's my man Little Junior, grow, mother****er\r\n[05:18.86]And my man Telly as the Chinese store owner and the miscellaneous nigga\r\n[05:22.48]And then known as the quick comer (He in and out)\r\n[05:26.69]That's right, and J as another miscellaneous n***a\r\n[05:30.64]This n***a that's always lying about his d**k\r\n[05:32.20]Know what I'm sayin'?\r\n[05:35.98]And check out the bonus by my man Wyclef Junior, hip-hop folk favorite, \"Mista Mista\"\r\n[05:39.91]And by the way, brought to you by L Boog-Boog\r\n[05:43.52]Captain Ghetto, the pop master, Kool DJ\r\n","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manifest/Outro\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score (Expanded Edition)\n  duration_ms: 359000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 1170\n  end_ms: 2370\n- text: Wyclef, Preacher's Son\n  start_ms: 2370\n  end_ms: 4840\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 4840\n  end_ms: 7440\n- text: Prazwell (Come on as we bug out)\n  start_ms: 7440\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: (Before I man-man-manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12540\n- text: I used to go to church\n  start_ms: 12540\n  end_ms: 13310\n- text: (Before-fore-fore I man-man-man-man)\n  start_ms: 13310\n  end_ms: 16680\n- text: L Boogie, drive the hearse (Manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 16680\n  end_ms: 17550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 17550\n  end_ms: 19430\n- text: I woke up this morning, I was feeling kind of high\n  start_ms: 19430\n  end_ms: 22400\n- text: It was me, Jesus Christ, and Haile Selassie\n  start_ms: 22400\n  end_ms: 24730\n- text: Selassie said, \"Greetings in the name of the Most High\n  start_ms: 24730\n  end_ms: 28420\n- text: Jah Rastafari\"\n  start_ms: 28420\n  end_ms: 29990\n- text: Christ took a sip of the Amaretto\n  start_ms: 29990\n  end_ms: 32140\n- text: Passed it down the table, said, \"Today I'll be betrayed by one of you 12 Disciples\"\n  start_ms: 32140\n  end_ms: 35520\n- text: Give me a clue, who could do this to you?\n  start_ms: 35520\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The kid on the block who make less money than you (Calm down)\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40390\n- text: Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him thirty pieces of silver\n  start_ms: 40390\n  end_ms: 43250\n- text: All he got to do is deliver the Savior\n  start_ms: 43250\n  end_ms: 45420\n- text: Right on Bergen Street from bad luck to good luck\n  start_ms: 45420\n  end_ms: 47840\n- text: My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\n  start_ms: 47840\n  end_ms: 50430\n- text: The time have arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n  start_ms: 50430\n  end_ms: 52900\n- text: I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n  start_ms: 52900\n  end_ms: 55360\n- text: Father, if possible, pass this cup before me\n  start_ms: 55360\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: Yo, it's too late, I chose my destiny in Gethsemane\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60490\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 60490\n  end_ms: 61280\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 61280\n  end_ms: 63110\n- text: (I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\n  start_ms: 63110\n  end_ms: 65900\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 65900\n  end_ms: 68480\n- text: (I'm manifesting)\n  start_ms: 68480\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 70630\n- text: You see I loved hard once (Once), but the love wasn't returned\n  start_ms: 70630\n  end_ms: 73090\n- text: I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\n  start_ms: 73090\n  end_ms: 75570\n- text: In time, it turned, he tried to burn me like a perm\n  start_ms: 75570\n  end_ms: 78070\n- text: Though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn\n  start_ms: 78070\n  end_ms: 80700\n- text: From, um, some dumb woman was I\n  start_ms: 80700\n  end_ms: 83150\n- text: And every time he'd lie, he would cry, and inside I'd die\n  start_ms: 83150\n  end_ms: 86150\n- text: My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n  start_ms: 86150\n  end_ms: 88480\n- text: Compared myself to Toni Braxton, thought I'd never catch my breath\n  start_ms: 88480\n  end_ms: 91010\n- text: Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n  start_ms: 91010\n  end_ms: 93240\n- text: I tried to call the cops, that type of thief, they can't arrest\n  start_ms: 93240\n  end_ms: 95690\n- text: Pain suppressed will lead to cardiac arrest\n  start_ms: 95690\n  end_ms: 98770\n- text: Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worthless\n  start_ms: 98770\n  end_ms: 101140\n- text: When my peoples would protest\n  start_ms: 101140\n  end_ms: 102700\n- text: I told them mind they business, 'cause my shit was complex\n  start_ms: 102700\n  end_ms: 104610\n- text: More than just the sex\n  start_ms: 104610\n  end_ms: 106000\n- text: I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n  start_ms: 106000\n  end_ms: 108140\n- text: I'd spend nights clutching my breast, overwhelmed by God's test\n  start_ms: 108140\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: I was God's best, contemplatin' death with a Gillette\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 113370\n- text: But no man is ever worth the paradise, manifest\n  start_ms: 113370\n  end_ms: 116090\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 116090\n  end_ms: 116760\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 116760\n  end_ms: 118820\n- text: (I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\n  start_ms: 118820\n  end_ms: 121150\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 121150\n  end_ms: 123750\n- text: (I'm manifesting)\n  start_ms: 123750\n  end_ms: 126140\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 126140\n  end_ms: 129150\n- text: (I'm man-manifesting)\n  start_ms: 129150\n  end_ms: 131370\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Prazwell\n  start_ms: 131370\n  end_ms: 133150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 133150\n  end_ms: 136770\n- text: Gun clap, shell cap, got them crawling on they backs (Facts)\n  start_ms: 136770\n  end_ms: 139080\n- text: Come through with the Fu, they be, \"Who the **** is that?\"\n  start_ms: 139080\n  end_ms: 141240\n- text: It's unpredictable when my tongue performs Jiu-Jitsu\n  start_ms: 141240\n  end_ms: 144240\n- text: Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil (Come on)\n  start_ms: 144240\n  end_ms: 146720\n- text: Lethal injection, witness protection\n  start_ms: 146720\n  end_ms: 148870\n- text: Refugee camps under investigation\n  start_ms: 148870\n  end_ms: 151250\n- text: Gunshot bursts in all directions\n  start_ms: 151250\n  end_ms: 153810\n- text: For the wack MC's, we read your revelations (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 153810\n  end_ms: 156590\n- text: Discharge through your pores, get raw and kill boars\n  start_ms: 156590\n  end_ms: 158940\n- text: I can Capleton when I'm on a tour\n  start_ms: 158940\n  end_ms: 161470\n- text: Some manifest with slugs in they chest\n  start_ms: 161470\n  end_ms: 163960\n- text: God bless all the cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n  start_ms: 163960\n  end_ms: 166470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 166470\n  end_ms: 167040\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 167040\n  end_ms: 169690\n- text: (I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\n  start_ms: 169690\n  end_ms: 171870\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 171870\n  end_ms: 174690\n- text: (I'm manifesting)\n  start_ms: 174690\n  end_ms: 177090\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme)\n  start_ms: 177090\n  end_ms: 180810\n- text: (I'm man-manifesting)\n  start_ms: 180810\n  end_ms: 183880\n- text: (Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme)\n  start_ms: 183880\n  end_ms: 186240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 186240\n  end_ms: 196930\n- text: Yo, my whole life was spent looking at myself through the eyes of a mother****er that hate me\n  start_ms: 196930\n  end_ms: 200960\n- text: (So what, man?)\n  start_ms: 200960\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Drugged up most of the time\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 203950\n- text: I remember one time I was so ****ing high, man\n  start_ms: 203950\n  end_ms: 205960\n- text: I just got finished drinking, I came home, started sniffin'\n  start_ms: 205960\n  end_ms: 208170\n- text: I just got up and fell the **** out, yo\n  start_ms: 208170\n  end_ms: 210660\n- text: Instead of my brother helping me up, he just start straight kicking me in the bathroom\n  start_ms: 210660\n  end_ms: 214260\n- text: '\"Yo, get up, get up, get up'\n  start_ms: 214260\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: Mom's goin' get us, yo, get up\" (Yo, what the ****?)\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 218370\n- text: I wake up in the morning, man, laying in my throw up and shit all over my nose, man\n  start_ms: 218370\n  end_ms: 221720\n- text: You know what I realized? It's easy to kill niggas, man\n  start_ms: 221720\n  end_ms: 224060\n- text: It's easy to kill n****s 'cause they look like you\n  start_ms: 224060\n  end_ms: 226800\n- text: They smell like you\n  start_ms: 226800\n  end_ms: 228330\n- text: Shit, they even live on your same mother****in' block\n  start_ms: 228330\n  end_ms: 230960\n- text: The only problem we have is killin' the people who don't look like us\n  start_ms: 230960\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Who oppress us, shit (How you gon' do that?)\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 237630\n- text: Ayy, if you wanna impress me, shoot the mother****er who turned off my lights (True that, true that)\n  start_ms: 237630\n  end_ms: 241210\n- text: You want to impress me, shoot somebody who making my bills high all of the time\n  start_ms: 241210\n  end_ms: 244710\n- text: See, it's easy for cats to kill other cats, it's just the dogs they got trouble with\n  start_ms: 244710\n  end_ms: 249430\n- text: You know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 249430\n  end_ms: 251120\n- text: It's time for us to stand up like men and women, yo\n  start_ms: 251120\n  end_ms: 253430\n- text: Word up, we gotta stand up and do something about this\n  start_ms: 253430\n  end_ms: 255630\n- text: You know why?\n  start_ms: 255630\n  end_ms: 256690\n- text: You let a mother****er kick you five times, they gon' kick you five times (True)\n  start_ms: 256690\n  end_ms: 259790\n- text: You let 'em kick you three times, they gon' kick you three times\n  start_ms: 259790\n  end_ms: 262650\n- text: You let 'em kick you twice, they gon' kick you twice\n  start_ms: 262650\n  end_ms: 264970\n- text: (I wouldn't let that nigga kick me once, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  start_ms: 264970\n  end_ms: 266990\n- text: You let 'em kick you once, they gon' kick you once\n  start_ms: 266990\n  end_ms: 268560\n- text: But if you break off the mother****in' feet\n  start_ms: 268560\n  end_ms: 270170\n- text: Ain't gon' be no more kicking goin' on, kid (Oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 270170\n  end_ms: 272420\n- text: Ain't no more kickin'\n  start_ms: 272420\n  end_ms: 274110\n- text: I learned that shit growing up in Newark, man, the Brick City\n  start_ms: 274110\n  end_ms: 277330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 277330\n  end_ms: 281100\n- text: The Score was written by The Fugees\n  start_ms: 281100\n  end_ms: 282220\n- text: Produced by Wyclef and Lauryn\n  start_ms: 282220\n  end_ms: 284040\n- text: Executive producers, my man Prazwell\n  start_ms: 284040\n  end_ms: 286150\n- text: Associate producers, my man Salaam, Diamond D, Forté, Shawn the English King\n  start_ms: 286150\n  end_ms: 290330\n- text: Music supervised by my man Jerry, edited by my man Warren\n  start_ms: 290330\n  end_ms: 293830\n- text: Stunts by my man DJ Scribble and my man DJ Leon\n  start_ms: 293830\n  end_ms: 297070\n- text: Know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 297070\n  end_ms: 298100\n- text: What you askin' for what?\n  start_ms: 298100\n  end_ms: 299950\n- text: Get outta here, get outta here\n  start_ms: 299950\n  end_ms: 303410\n- text: Excuse me\n  start_ms: 303410\n  end_ms: 304370\n- text: Inspired by my man Khalis Bayyan\n  start_ms: 304370\n  end_ms: 306120\n- text: Narrated by my man Ras Baraka\n  start_ms: 306120\n  end_ms: 308180\n- text: Starring Wyclef as the preacher's son, God bless\n  start_ms: 308180\n  end_ms: 312190\n- text: Lauryn as L Boogie\n  start_ms: 312190\n  end_ms: 314540\n- text: And my man Prazwell's that ****ed up nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 314540\n  end_ms: 316260\n- text: Junior, that's my man Little Junior, grow, mother****er\n  start_ms: 316260\n  end_ms: 318860\n- text: And my man Telly as the Chinese store owner and the miscellaneous nigga\n  start_ms: 318860\n  end_ms: 322480\n- text: And then known as the quick comer (He in and out)\n  start_ms: 322480\n  end_ms: 326690\n- text: That's right, and J as another miscellaneous n***a\n  start_ms: 326690\n  end_ms: 330640\n- text: This n***a that's always lying about his d**k\n  start_ms: 330640\n  end_ms: 332200\n- text: Know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 332200\n  end_ms: 335980\n- text: And check out the bonus by my man Wyclef Junior, hip-hop folk favorite, \"Mista Mista\"\n  start_ms: 335980\n  end_ms: 339910\n- text: And by the way, brought to you by L Boog-Boog\n  start_ms: 339910\n  end_ms: 343520\n- text: Captain Ghetto, the pop master, Kool DJ\n  start_ms: 343520\nplain: \"(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\nWyclef, Preacher's Son\\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\nPrazwell (Come on as we bug out)\\r\\n(Before I man-man-manifest the rhyme)\\r\\nI used to go to church\\r\\n(Before-fore-fore I man-man-man-man)\\r\\nL Boogie, drive the hearse (Manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n \\r\\nI woke up this morning, I was feeling kind of high\\r\\nIt was me, Jesus Christ, and Haile Selassie\\r\\nSelassie said, \\\"Greetings in the name of the Most High\\r\\nJah Rastafari\\\"\\r\\nChrist took a sip of the Amaretto\\r\\nPassed it down the table, said, \\\"Today I'll be betrayed by one of you 12 Disciples\\\"\\r\\nGive me a clue, who could do this to you?\\r\\nThe kid on the block who make less money than you (Calm down)\\r\\nCrooked cops pulled up, they offered him thirty pieces of silver\\r\\nAll he got to do is deliver the Savior\\r\\nRight on Bergen Street from bad luck to good luck\\r\\nMy cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\\r\\nThe time have arrived, the prophecy will manifest\\r\\nI saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\\r\\nFather, if possible, pass this cup before me\\r\\nYo, it's too late, I chose my destiny in Gethsemane\\r\\n \\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n(I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n(I'm manifesting)\\r\\n \\r\\nYou see I loved hard once (Once), but the love wasn't returned\\r\\nI found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\\r\\nIn time, it turned, he tried to burn me like a perm\\r\\nThough my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn\\r\\nFrom, um, some dumb woman was I\\r\\nAnd every time he'd lie, he would cry, and inside I'd die\\r\\nMy heart must have died a thousand deaths\\r\\nCompared myself to Toni Braxton, thought I'd never catch my breath\\r\\nNothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\\r\\nI tried to call the cops, that type of thief, they can't arrest\\r\\nPain suppressed will lead to cardiac arrest\\r\\nDiamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worthless\\r\\nWhen my peoples would protest\\r\\nI told them mind they business, 'cause my shit was complex\\r\\nMore than just the sex\\r\\nI was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\\r\\nI'd spend nights clutching my breast, overwhelmed by God's test\\r\\nI was God's best, contemplatin' death with a Gillette\\r\\nBut no man is ever worth the paradise, manifest\\r\\n \\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n(I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n(I'm manifesting)\\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n(I'm man-manifesting)\\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Prazwell\\r\\n \\r\\nGun clap, shell cap, got them crawling on they backs (Facts)\\r\\nCome through with the Fu, they be, \\\"Who the **** is that?\\\"\\r\\nIt's unpredictable when my tongue performs Jiu-Jitsu\\r\\nCut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil (Come on)\\r\\nLethal injection, witness protection\\r\\nRefugee camps under investigation\\r\\nGunshot bursts in all directions\\r\\nFor the wack MC's, we read your revelations (Uh-huh)\\r\\nDischarge through your pores, get raw and kill boars\\r\\nI can Capleton when I'm on a tour\\r\\nSome manifest with slugs in they chest\\r\\nGod bless all the cowboys in the Wild Wild West\\r\\n \\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n(I'm-I'm man-manifesting)\\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n(I'm manifesting)\\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme)\\r\\n(I'm man-manifesting)\\r\\n(Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme)\\r\\n \\r\\nYo, my whole life was spent looking at myself through the eyes of a mother****er that hate me\\r\\n(So what, man?)\\r\\nDrugged up most of the time\\r\\nI remember one time I was so ****ing high, man\\r\\nI just got finished drinking, I came home, started sniffin'\\r\\nI just got up and fell the **** out, yo\\r\\nInstead of my brother helping me up, he just start straight kicking me in the bathroom\\r\\n\\\"Yo, get up, get up, get up\\r\\nMom's goin' get us, yo, get up\\\" (Yo, what the ****?)\\r\\nI wake up in the morning, man, laying in my throw up and shit all over my nose, man\\r\\nYou know what I realized? It's easy to kill niggas, man\\r\\nIt's easy to kill n****s 'cause they look like you\\r\\nThey smell like you\\r\\nShit, they even live on your same mother****in' block\\r\\nThe only problem we have is killin' the people who don't look like us\\r\\nWho oppress us, shit (How you gon' do that?)\\r\\nAyy, if you wanna impress me, shoot the mother****er who turned off my lights (True that, true that)\\r\\nYou want to impress me, shoot somebody who making my bills high all of the time\\r\\nSee, it's easy for cats to kill other cats, it's just the dogs they got trouble with\\r\\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\\r\\nIt's time for us to stand up like men and women, yo\\r\\nWord up, we gotta stand up and do something about this\\r\\nYou know why?\\r\\nYou let a mother****er kick you five times, they gon' kick you five times (True)\\r\\nYou let 'em kick you three times, they gon' kick you three times\\r\\nYou let 'em kick you twice, they gon' kick you twice\\r\\n(I wouldn't let that nigga kick me once, you know what I'm sayin'?)\\r\\nYou let 'em kick you once, they gon' kick you once\\r\\nBut if you break off the mother****in' feet\\r\\nAin't gon' be no more kicking goin' on, kid (Oh, shit)\\r\\nAin't no more kickin'\\r\\nI learned that shit growing up in Newark, man, the Brick City\\r\\n \\r\\nThe Score was written by The Fugees\\r\\nProduced by Wyclef and Lauryn\\r\\nExecutive producers, my man Prazwell\\r\\nAssociate producers, my man Salaam, Diamond D, Forté, Shawn the English King\\r\\nMusic supervised by my man Jerry, edited by my man Warren\\r\\nStunts by my man DJ Scribble and my man DJ Leon\\r\\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\\r\\nWhat you askin' for what?\\r\\nGet outta here, get outta here\\r\\nExcuse me\\r\\nInspired by my man Khalis Bayyan\\r\\nNarrated by my man Ras Baraka\\r\\nStarring Wyclef as the preacher's son, God bless\\r\\nLauryn as L Boogie\\r\\nAnd my man Prazwell's that ****ed up nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\\r\\nJunior, that's my man Little Junior, grow, mother****er\\r\\nAnd my man Telly as the Chinese store owner and the miscellaneous nigga\\r\\nAnd then known as the quick comer (He in and out)\\r\\nThat's right, and J as another miscellaneous n***a\\r\\nThis n***a that's always lying about his d**k\\r\\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\\r\\nAnd check out the bonus by my man Wyclef Junior, hip-hop folk favorite, \\\"Mista Mista\\\"\\r\\nAnd by the way, brought to you by L Boog-Boog\\r\\nCaptain Ghetto, the pop master, Kool DJ\\r\\n\"\n"},{"id":3684469,"name":"Manifest/Outro","trackName":"Manifest/Outro","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":359.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I woke up this morning\nI was feeling kind of high\nIt was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\nSelassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\nJah Rhastafari,\nChrist, took a sip of the Amaretto,\nPassed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\nGive me a clue who could do this to you?\nThe 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arrest\nPain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\nDiamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\nWhen my peoples would protest,\nI told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\nMore than just the sex\nI was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\nI'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\nI was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\nBut no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n\nGun-clap Shell cap,\nGot them crawling on they back\nCome through with the Fu\nThey be who the F**k is that\nIt's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\nCut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\nLethal injection, witness protection\nRefugee camp's under investigation\nGunshot bursts in all directions\nFor the wack MC's we read your revelations\nDischarge through your pores\nGet raw and kill Boors\nI can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\nSome manifest, with slugs in they chest\nGod bless all the Cowboys in the 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clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\nI was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\nBut no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n\nGun-clap Shell cap,\nGot them crawling on they back\nCome through with the Fu\nThey be who the F**k is that\nIt's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\nCut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\nLethal injection, witness protection\nRefugee camp's under investigation\nGunshot bursts in all directions\nFor the wack MC's we read your revelations\nDischarge through your pores\nGet raw and kill Boors\nI can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\nSome manifest, with slugs in they chest\nGod bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.71] I woke up this morning\n[00:22.18] I was feeling kind of high\n[00:22.95] It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n[00:24.21] Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n[00:28.33] Jah Rhastafari,\n[00:30.51] Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n[00:32.48] 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154340\n- text: For the wack MC's we read your revelations\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: Discharge through your pores\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 158050\n- text: Get raw and kill Boors\n  start_ms: 158050\n  end_ms: 159240\n- text: I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n  start_ms: 159240\n  end_ms: 161530\n- text: Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n  start_ms: 161530\n  end_ms: 164180\n- text: God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n  start_ms: 164180\n  end_ms: 167650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 167650\nplain: |-\n  I woke up this morning\n  I was feeling kind of high\n  It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  Jah Rhastafari,\n  Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n  The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n  Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces 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Selassie\nSelassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\nJah Rhastafari,\nChrist, took a sip of the Amaretto,\nPassed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\nGive me a clue who could do this to you?\nThe kid on the block who makes less money than you.\nCrooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\nAll he got to do is deliver the savior\nRight on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\nMy cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\nThe time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\nI saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\nFather if possible, pass this cup before me,\nBut it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n\nYou see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\nI found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\nAnd time it turned,\nHe tried to burn me like a perm\nThough my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\nFrom um, some, dumb woman, was I,\nAnd everytime he'd lie, he would cry 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pores\n[02:38.05] Get raw and kill Boors\n[02:39.24] I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n[02:41.53] Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n[02:44.18] God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n[02:47.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manifest / Outro\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: '477 # The Score'\n  duration_ms: 360000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I woke up this morning\n  start_ms: 20710\n  end_ms: 22180\n- text: I was feeling kind of high\n  start_ms: 22180\n  end_ms: 22950\n- text: It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  start_ms: 22950\n  end_ms: 24210\n- text: Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  start_ms: 24210\n  end_ms: 28330\n- text: Jah Rhastafari,\n  start_ms: 28330\n  end_ms: 30510\n- text: Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  start_ms: 30510\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: Give me a clue who 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concerned\n[01:15.45] And time it turned,\n[01:17.52] He tried to burn me like a perm\n[01:18.41] Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n[01:20.02] From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n[01:23.09] And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n[01:26.57] My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n[01:28.75] Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n[01:30.74] Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n[01:32.71] I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n[01:35.05] Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n[01:37.50] Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n[01:40.68] When my peoples would protest,\n[01:44.36] I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n[01:45.28] More than just the sex\n[01:46.14] I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n[01:48.28] I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n[01:50.82] I was 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150090\n- text: Refugee camp's under investigation\n  start_ms: 150090\n  end_ms: 151720\n- text: Gunshot bursts in all directions\n  start_ms: 151720\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: For the wack MC's we read your revelations\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: Discharge through your pores\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 158050\n- text: Get raw and kill Boors\n  start_ms: 158050\n  end_ms: 159240\n- text: I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n  start_ms: 159240\n  end_ms: 161530\n- text: Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n  start_ms: 161530\n  end_ms: 164180\n- text: God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n  start_ms: 164180\n  end_ms: 167650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 167650\nplain: |-\n  I woke up this morning\n  I was feeling kind of high\n  It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  Jah Rhastafari,\n  Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n  The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n  Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\n  All he got to do is deliver the savior\n  Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\n  My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\n  The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n  I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n  Father if possible, pass this cup before me,\n  But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n\n  You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\n  I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\n  And time it turned,\n  He tried to burn me like a perm\n  Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n  From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n  And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n  My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n  Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n  Nothing left, he 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heart beating from my chest\n[01:32.71] I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n[01:35.05] Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n[01:37.50] Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n[01:40.68] When my peoples would protest,\n[01:44.36] I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n[01:45.28] More than just the sex\n[01:46.14] I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n[01:48.28] I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n[01:50.82] I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\n[01:53.75] But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n[02:11.66] Gun-clap Shell cap,\n[02:17.61] Got them crawling on they back\n[02:18.85] Come through with the Fu\n[02:20.45] They be who the F**k is that\n[02:21.53] It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\n[02:24.69] Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\n[02:27.64] Lethal injection, witness protection\n[02:30.09] 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I'm on a Tour\n  start_ms: 159240\n  end_ms: 161530\n- text: Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n  start_ms: 161530\n  end_ms: 164180\n- text: God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n  start_ms: 164180\n  end_ms: 167650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 167650\nplain: |-\n  I woke up this morning\n  I was feeling kind of high\n  It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  Jah Rhastafari,\n  Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n  The kid on the block who makes less money than you.\n  Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\n  All he got to do is deliver the savior\n  Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\n  My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\n  The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n  I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n  Father if 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up\n[00:50.15] The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\n[00:53.14] I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n[00:56.60] Father if possible, pass this cup before me,\n[00:57.79] But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n[01:11.12] You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\n[01:12.98] I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\n[01:15.45] And time it turned,\n[01:17.52] He tried to burn me like a perm\n[01:18.41] Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n[01:20.02] From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n[01:23.09] And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n[01:26.57] My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n[01:28.75] Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n[01:30.74] Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n[01:32.71] I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n[01:35.05] Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n[01:37.50] 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pores\n[02:38.05] Get raw and kill Boors\n[02:39.24] I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n[02:41.53] Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n[02:44.18] God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n[02:47.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manifest／outro\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 359640\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I woke up this morning\n  start_ms: 20710\n  end_ms: 22180\n- text: I was feeling kind of high\n  start_ms: 22180\n  end_ms: 22950\n- text: It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  start_ms: 22950\n  end_ms: 24210\n- text: Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  start_ms: 24210\n  end_ms: 28330\n- text: Jah Rhastafari,\n  start_ms: 28330\n  end_ms: 30510\n- text: Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  start_ms: 30510\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: Give me a clue who could do 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beating from my chest\nI tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\nPain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\nDiamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\nwhen my peoples would protest,\nI told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\nMore than just the sex\nI was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\nI'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\nI was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\nBut no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n\nGun-clap Shell cap,\nGot them crawling on they back\nCome through with the Fu\nThey be who the F**k is that\nIt's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\nCut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\nLethal injection, witness protection\nRefugee camp's under investigation\nGunshot bursts in all directions\nFor the wack MC's we read your revelations\nDischarge through your pores\nGet raw and kill Boors\nI can Capleton when I'm on a 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high\nIt was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\nSelassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\nJah Rhastafari,\nChrist, took a sip of the Amaretto,\nPassed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\nGive me a clue who could do this to you?\nThe kid on the block who makes less money than you.\nCrooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver\nAll he got to do is deliver the savior\nRight on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck\nMy cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up\nThe time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest\nI saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\nFather if possible, pass this cup before me,\nBut it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n\nYou see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\nI found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\nAnd time it turned,\nHe tried to burn me like a perm\nThough my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\nFrom um, some, dumb woman, was 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manifest\n[00:53.14] I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest\n[00:56.60] Father if possible, pass this cup before me,\n[00:57.79] But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.\n[01:11.12] You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned\n[01:12.98] I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned\n[01:15.45] And time it turned,\n[01:17.52] He tried to burn me like a perm\n[01:18.41] Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n[01:20.02] From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n[01:23.09] And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n[01:26.57] My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n[01:28.75] Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n[01:30.74] Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n[01:32.71] I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n[01:35.05] Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n[01:37.50] Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n[01:40.68] When my peoples would protest,\n[01:44.36] I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n[01:45.28] More than just the sex\n[01:46.14] I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n[01:48.28] I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n[01:50.82] I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\n[01:53.75] But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n[02:11.66] Gun-clap Shell cap,\n[02:17.61] Got them crawling on they back\n[02:18.85] Come through with the Fu\n[02:20.45] They be who the F**k is that\n[02:21.53] It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu\n[02:24.69] Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil\n[02:27.64] Lethal injection, witness protection\n[02:30.09] Refugee camp's under investigation\n[02:31.72] Gunshot bursts in all directions\n[02:34.34] For the wack MC's we read your revelations\n[02:36.98] Discharge through your pores\n[02:38.05] Get raw and kill Boors\n[02:39.24] I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour\n[02:41.53] Some manifest, with slugs in they chest\n[02:44.18] God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West\n[02:47.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manifest/Outro\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: 'The Complete Score CD1: The Score [by Hillside]'\n  duration_ms: 359683\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I woke up this morning\n  start_ms: 20710\n  end_ms: 22180\n- text: I was feeling kind of high\n  start_ms: 22180\n  end_ms: 22950\n- text: It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie\n  start_ms: 22950\n  end_ms: 24210\n- text: Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,\n  start_ms: 24210\n  end_ms: 28330\n- text: Jah Rhastafari,\n  start_ms: 28330\n  end_ms: 30510\n- text: Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,\n  start_ms: 30510\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: Give me a clue who could do this to you?\n  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concerned\n  And time it turned,\n  He tried to burn me like a perm\n  Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn\n  From um, some, dumb woman, was I,\n  And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.\n  My heart must have died a thousand deaths\n  Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath\n  Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest\n  I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest\n  Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest\n  Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less\n  when my peoples would protest,\n  I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex\n  More than just the sex\n  I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed\n  I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test\n  I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette\n  But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST\n\n  Gun-clap Shell cap,\n  Got them crawling on they 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