[{"id":16212368,"name":"Jingle Jangle (radio edit)","trackName":"Jingle Jangle (radio edit)","artistName":"Hieroglyphics","albumName":"Full Circle","duration":277.973333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Casual]\nYou didn't even get paid for that, huh?\nAh nah, man, you got to get yours\nPaid in full\n\nIt go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\nAnd once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe\n\nCoagulating, nigga, we gellin'\nRebel yellin', edutating, the world is ours\nControl something, it ain't enough just to hold something\nYou know the half, I want the whole sum\nCircumscribing with live shit\nSo when my rivals arrive, they never get the chance to see inside\nThe all-seeing-eye, seeking, blinking, blinging, bringing forth\nA meeting of the tribal chieftans\nMe and my brothers pow-wow and building\nTrying to turn these thou-wows to millions\nGracefully bow out, until then\nBasically, ain't nobody safe\nWe body snatch over body breaks 'til everybody ache\nAnd you can tell by the paper plates\nThings of that nature take papes\nSo we take steps to manifest and move, true\nEye, wide, on the scene, sing\n\nCasual]\nIt go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\nAnd once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe\nIt go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\nAnd once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe\n\nAy, remember the perimeter when high off the indica\nAny sentence'll injure ya\nI'm Cold Crush, in Cali, the gold rush in alleys\nDon't scuff the Ballys\nA whole plush Denali will roll up and down thee\nWe make moves like the Men in Black\nCatch us where the women at\nSwimming in the similac—stay milky, dumb filthy\nLawyers who defend the niggas they know guilty\nRhyme practitioner curing the rap listeners\nSupplying black prisoners with Kit Kats and Twizzlers\nIt isn't us, who see 'em?\nI'll have that ass in a museum, exhibit at 2 PM\nScraping a blue BM, rocking the BluBlockers\nWith bullets strapped to my chest like Chewbacca's\nWith true rockers, guns in the school lockers\nWho'll stop us when we doing the do caucus?\n\nIt go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\nAnd once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe\nIt go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\nAnd once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe\n\n3: A-Plus]\nArbuckle, you must wanna see my knuckles\nI'm 'bout flow and dough, I ain't foolin' with y'all punk hoes\nYeah buddy, with money, I'm a quick study\nIf it get muddy, y'all muhfuckas should get from me\n(That's real too)\nI'm tryna get mo' from Bed-Stuy to the O\nAll the way to where they driving on the left side of the road\nYou best got what I'm owed\nStack it, bag it, double street platinum\nBelieve that's chips, boy\n\nI shift your thirty-third vertebrae with my wordplay\nTricked your early bird brain, still thinking the worm came\nWe move packages and stack cabbages\nFor NASDAQ averages to increase to the maximus\nWe taking interstellar trips when we get the cheddar\nEnding any vendetta now that we living better\nWe met, too Netter, and make musical medicine\nBack together again, Hieroglyphics better, it go...\n\nIt go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\nAnd once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe\nIt go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\nAnd once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe\n\n5: Del]\nJingle, bring your team, go mingle\nJangle, hang, y'all do your thang, feels tranquil\nSame deal\nDiablo drill through hollowed skulls for the dollar bill\nCall it willpower, now you witness real power\nWhen you put it down for the cause and don't cower\nAllow a, moment so we could soak in\nA token, of esteem, now go get the cream\nIt's all good, or so it seems, so no extremes\nKnow what I mean? I'm flowing on a solar beam\nComing through a magnifying glass that'll fly and pass\nMad amount of mass when Hiero album crash\nLike a tidal wave, like a title page\nDescribe a whole life divided on hype\nFrom lowlifes who hold spiteful vengeance\nNah, you know it's no time for pretending","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jingle Jangle (radio edit)\n  artist: Hieroglyphics\n  album: Full Circle\n  duration_ms: 277973\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Casual]\n  You didn't even get paid for that, huh?\n  Ah nah, man, you got to get yours\n  Paid in full\n\n  It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\n  And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe\n\n  Coagulating, nigga, we gellin'\n  Rebel yellin', edutating, the world is ours\n  Control something, it ain't enough just to hold something\n  You know the half, I want the whole sum\n  Circumscribing with live shit\n  So when my rivals arrive, they never get the chance to see inside\n  The all-seeing-eye, seeking, blinking, blinging, bringing forth\n  A meeting of the tribal chieftans\n  Me and my brothers pow-wow and building\n  Trying to turn these thou-wows to millions\n  Gracefully bow out, until then\n  Basically, ain't nobody safe\n  We body snatch over body breaks 'til everybody ache\n  And you can tell by the paper plates\n  Things of that nature take papes\n  So we take steps to manifest and move, true\n  Eye, wide, on the scene, sing\n\n  Casual]\n  It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\n  And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe\n  It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\n  And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe\n\n  Ay, remember the perimeter when high off the indica\n  Any sentence'll injure ya\n  I'm Cold Crush, in Cali, the gold rush in alleys\n  Don't scuff the Ballys\n  A whole plush Denali will roll up and down thee\n  We make moves like the Men in Black\n  Catch us where the women at\n  Swimming in the similac—stay milky, dumb filthy\n  Lawyers who defend the niggas they know guilty\n  Rhyme practitioner curing the rap listeners\n  Supplying black prisoners with Kit Kats and Twizzlers\n  It isn't us, who see 'em?\n  I'll have that ass in a museum, exhibit at 2 PM\n  Scraping a blue BM, rocking the BluBlockers\n  With bullets strapped to my chest like Chewbacca's\n  With true rockers, guns in the school lockers\n  Who'll stop us when we doing the do caucus?\n\n  It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\n  And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe\n  It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\n  And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe\n\n  3: A-Plus]\n  Arbuckle, you must wanna see my knuckles\n  I'm 'bout flow and dough, I ain't foolin' with y'all punk hoes\n  Yeah buddy, with money, I'm a quick study\n  If it get muddy, y'all muhfuckas should get from me\n  (That's real too)\n  I'm tryna get mo' from Bed-Stuy to the O\n  All the way to where they driving on the left side of the road\n  You best got what I'm owed\n  Stack it, bag it, double street platinum\n  Believe that's chips, boy\n\n  I shift your thirty-third vertebrae with my wordplay\n  Tricked your early bird brain, still thinking the worm came\n  We move packages and stack cabbages\n  For NASDAQ averages to increase to the maximus\n  We taking interstellar trips when we get the cheddar\n  Ending any vendetta now that we living better\n  We met, too Netter, and make musical medicine\n  Back together again, Hieroglyphics better, it go...\n\n  It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\n  And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe\n  It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'\n  And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe\n\n  5: Del]\n  Jingle, bring your team, go mingle\n  Jangle, hang, y'all do your thang, feels tranquil\n  Same deal\n  Diablo drill through hollowed skulls for the dollar bill\n  Call it willpower, now you witness real power\n  When you put it down for the cause and don't cower\n  Allow a, moment so we could soak in\n  A token, of esteem, now go get the cream\n  It's all good, or so it seems, so no extremes\n  Know what I mean? I'm flowing on a solar beam\n  Coming through a magnifying glass that'll fly and pass\n  Mad amount of mass when Hiero album crash\n  Like a tidal wave, like a title page\n  Describe a whole life divided on hype\n  From lowlifes who hold spiteful vengeance\n  Nah, you know it's no time for pretending\n"}]