[{"id":5027388,"name":"Neighbourhood Hit","trackName":"Neighbourhood Hit","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live at the Spiegeltent","duration":394.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Solo:]\nYes, yes, Solo MC*\nNick Lupi, Just Enuf\nHaha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\nOne two, one two\nOneday Crew coming through\nTo a neighbourhood near you\n\n[Just Enuf:]\nWell I'ma take 'em home past memory lane\nGoing eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\nI'ma tell it how it was said to me same\nSaturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\nA dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\nHype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\nHe said \"You wanna bomb the lines?\", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n\"Bank on it, I'ma get my credit\"\nEvery tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\nJust because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\nMics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\nGrant your wish, life after\nSelf doubt, guess I got that from my father\nBut my drive outweighed it by far\nTo the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\nWhoever get there first, hit us up\n\n[Chorus: ~Solo~ + (Spit Syndicate)\nOne day is what we chase\nBut now we out for much more than fame\nI guess some things change\n(We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\nWent from back lanes to backstage\nAnd now we spray words without paint\nTime waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n(It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n\n[Solo:]\nStep up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\nIt's the return of the kids bombing mainline\nSpitting rhymes written by the same drive\nThat had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\nLaces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\nChasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\nWe studied lessons from a culture of kings\nWho could have what tomorrow would bring?\nSee there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\nThat read like photo albums\nMoments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\nSnapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\nAnd now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\nAnd there's been some stormy weather but whatever\nBelieve that me and my brothers, we weather it together\nTill I'm old and grey and my words fade away\nLike plum purple in the sun's rays, I'ma rep the Oneday\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Nick Lupi:]\nTwo hands are what we made it with\nA labour of love and long days with it\nWriting the score and setting the stage\nProduct of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\nIf I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\nI recall vividly the infamy attained\nThe names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\nSame imagery of fame, long reins had little me\nTrying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\nFootsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\nThe legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\nWe were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\nMy best friends and I, no limit to the reach\nYou can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\nAnd privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\nTheme music to the dream, the Oneday team\nAnd it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n\"I be in class dreaming bout\nFifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\" - Black Thought","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbourhood Hit\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live at the Spiegeltent\n  duration_ms: 394000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Solo:]\n  Yes, yes, Solo MC*\n  Nick Lupi, Just Enuf\n  Haha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\n  One two, one two\n  Oneday Crew coming through\n  To a neighbourhood near you\n\n  [Just Enuf:]\n  Well I'ma take 'em home past memory lane\n  Going eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\n  I'ma tell it how it was said to me same\n  Saturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\n  A dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\n  Hype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\n  He said \"You wanna bomb the lines?\", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n  \"Bank on it, I'ma get my credit\"\n  Every tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\n  Just because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\n  Mics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\n  Grant your wish, life after\n  Self doubt, guess I got that from my father\n  But my drive outweighed it by far\n  To the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\n  Whoever get there first, hit us up\n\n  [Chorus: ~Solo~ + (Spit Syndicate)\n  One day is what we chase\n  But now we out for much more than fame\n  I guess some things change\n  (We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\n  Went from back lanes to backstage\n  And now we spray words without paint\n  Time waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n  (It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n\n  [Solo:]\n  Step up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\n  It's the return of the kids bombing mainline\n  Spitting rhymes written by the same drive\n  That had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\n  Laces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\n  Chasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\n  We studied lessons from a culture of kings\n  Who could have what tomorrow would bring?\n  See there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\n  That read like photo albums\n  Moments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\n  Snapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\n  And now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\n  And there's been some stormy weather but whatever\n  Believe that me and my brothers, we weather it together\n  Till I'm old and grey and my words fade away\n  Like plum purple in the sun's rays, I'ma rep the Oneday\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Nick Lupi:]\n  Two hands are what we made it with\n  A labour of love and long days with it\n  Writing the score and setting the stage\n  Product of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\n  If I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\n  I recall vividly the infamy attained\n  The names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\n  Same imagery of fame, long reins had little me\n  Trying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\n  Footsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\n  The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\n  We were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\n  My best friends and I, no limit to the reach\n  You can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\n  And privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\n  Theme music to the dream, the Oneday team\n  And it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  \"I be in class dreaming bout\n  Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\" - Black Thought\n"},{"id":34352470,"name":"Neighbourhood Hit","trackName":"Neighbourhood Hit","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Inside Story (Deluxe Edition)","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Solo:]\nYes, yes, Solo MC*\nNick Lupi, Just Enuf\nHaha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\nOne two, one two\nOneday Crew coming through\nTo a neighbourhood near you\n\n[Just Enuf:]\nWell I'ma take 'em home past memory lane\nGoing eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\nI'ma tell it how it was said to me same\nSaturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\nA dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\nHype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\nHe said \"You wanna bomb the lines?\", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n\"Bank on it, I'ma get my credit\"\nEvery tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\nJust because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\nMics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\nGrant your wish, life after\nSelf doubt, guess I got that from my father\nBut my drive outweighed it by far\nTo the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\nWhoever get there first, hit us up\n\n[Chorus: ~Solo~ + (Spit Syndicate)\nOne day is what we chase\nBut now we out for much more than fame\nI guess some things change\n(We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\nWent from back lanes to backstage\nAnd now we spray words without paint\nTime waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n(It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n\n[Solo:]\nStep up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\nIt's the return of the kids bombing mainline\nSpitting rhymes written by the same drive\nThat had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\nLaces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\nChasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\nWe studied lessons from a culture of kings\nWho could have what tomorrow would bring?\nSee there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\nThat read like photo albums\nMoments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\nSnapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\nAnd now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\nAnd there's been some stormy weather but whatever\nBelieve that me and my brothers, we weather it together\nTill I'm old and grey and my words fade away\nLike plum purple in the sun's rays, I'ma rep the Oneday\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Nick Lupi:]\nTwo hands are what we made it with\nA labour of love and long days with it\nWriting the score and setting the stage\nProduct of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\nIf I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\nI recall vividly the infamy attained\nThe names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\nSame imagery of fame, long reins had little me\nTrying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\nFootsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\nThe legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\nWe were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\nMy best friends and I, no limit to the reach\nYou can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\nAnd privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\nTheme music to the dream, the Oneday team\nAnd it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n\"I be in class dreaming bout\nFifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\" - Black Thought","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbourhood Hit\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Inside Story (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Solo:]\n  Yes, yes, Solo MC*\n  Nick Lupi, Just Enuf\n  Haha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\n  One two, one two\n  Oneday Crew coming through\n  To a neighbourhood near you\n\n  [Just Enuf:]\n  Well I'ma take 'em home past memory lane\n  Going eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\n  I'ma tell it how it was said to me same\n  Saturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\n  A dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\n  Hype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\n  He said \"You wanna bomb the lines?\", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n  \"Bank on it, I'ma get my credit\"\n  Every tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\n  Just because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\n  Mics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\n  Grant your wish, life after\n  Self doubt, guess I got that from my father\n  But my drive outweighed it by far\n  To the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\n  Whoever get there first, hit us up\n\n  [Chorus: ~Solo~ + (Spit Syndicate)\n  One day is what we chase\n  But now we out for much more than fame\n  I guess some things change\n  (We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\n  Went from back lanes to backstage\n  And now we spray words without paint\n  Time waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n  (It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n\n  [Solo:]\n  Step up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\n  It's the return of the kids bombing mainline\n  Spitting rhymes written by the same drive\n  That had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\n  Laces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\n  Chasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\n  We studied lessons from a culture of kings\n  Who could have what tomorrow would bring?\n  See there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\n  That read like photo albums\n  Moments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\n  Snapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\n  And now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\n  And there's been some stormy weather but whatever\n  Believe that me and my brothers, we weather it together\n  Till I'm old and grey and my words fade away\n  Like plum purple in the sun's rays, I'ma rep the Oneday\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Nick Lupi:]\n  Two hands are what we made it with\n  A labour of love and long days with it\n  Writing the score and setting the stage\n  Product of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\n  If I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\n  I recall vividly the infamy attained\n  The names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\n  Same imagery of fame, long reins had little me\n  Trying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\n  Footsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\n  The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\n  We were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\n  My best friends and I, no limit to the reach\n  You can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\n  And privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\n  Theme music to the dream, the Oneday team\n  And it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  \"I be in class dreaming bout\n  Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\" - Black Thought\n"},{"id":29217008,"name":"Neighbourhood Hit","trackName":"Neighbourhood Hit","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Inside Story","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Solo:]\nYes, yes, Solo MC*\nNick Lupi, Just Enuf\nHaha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\nOne two, one two\nOneday Crew coming through\nTo a neighbourhood near you\n\n[Just Enuf:]\nWell I'ma take 'em home past memory lane\nGoing eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\nI'ma tell it how it was said to me same\nSaturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\nA dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\nHype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\nHe said \"You wanna bomb the lines?\", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n\"Bank on it, I'ma get my credit\"\nEvery tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\nJust because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\nMics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\nGrant your wish, life after\nSelf doubt, guess I got that from my father\nBut my drive outweighed it by far\nTo the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\nWhoever get there first, hit us up\n\n[Chorus: ~Solo~ + (Spit Syndicate)\nOne day is what we chase\nBut now we out for much more than fame\nI guess some things change\n(We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\nWent from back lanes to backstage\nAnd now we spray words without paint\nTime waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n(It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n\n[Solo:]\nStep up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\nIt's the return of the kids bombing mainline\nSpitting rhymes written by the same drive\nThat had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\nLaces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\nChasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\nWe studied lessons from a culture of kings\nWho could have what tomorrow would bring?\nSee there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\nThat read like photo albums\nMoments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\nSnapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\nAnd now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\nAnd there's been some stormy weather but whatever\nBelieve that me and my brothers, we weather it together\nTill I'm old and grey and my words fade away\nLike plum purple in the sun's rays, I'ma rep the Oneday\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Nick Lupi:]\nTwo hands are what we made it with\nA labour of love and long days with it\nWriting the score and setting the stage\nProduct of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\nIf I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\nI recall vividly the infamy attained\nThe names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\nSame imagery of fame, long reins had little me\nTrying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\nFootsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\nThe legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\nWe were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\nMy best friends and I, no limit to the reach\nYou can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\nAnd privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\nTheme music to the dream, the Oneday team\nAnd it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n\"I be in class dreaming bout\nFifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\" - Black Thought","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbourhood Hit\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Inside Story\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Solo:]\n  Yes, yes, Solo MC*\n  Nick Lupi, Just Enuf\n  Haha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\n  One two, one two\n  Oneday Crew coming through\n  To a neighbourhood near you\n\n  [Just Enuf:]\n  Well I'ma take 'em home past memory lane\n  Going eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\n  I'ma tell it how it was said to me same\n  Saturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\n  A dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\n  Hype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\n  He said \"You wanna bomb the lines?\", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n  \"Bank on it, I'ma get my credit\"\n  Every tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\n  Just because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\n  Mics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\n  Grant your wish, life after\n  Self doubt, guess I got that from my father\n  But my drive outweighed it by far\n  To the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\n  Whoever get there first, hit us up\n\n  [Chorus: ~Solo~ + (Spit Syndicate)\n  One day is what we chase\n  But now we out for much more than fame\n  I guess some things change\n  (We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\n  Went from back lanes to backstage\n  And now we spray words without paint\n  Time waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n  (It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n\n  [Solo:]\n  Step up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\n  It's the return of the kids bombing mainline\n  Spitting rhymes written by the same drive\n  That had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\n  Laces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\n  Chasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\n  We studied lessons from a culture of kings\n  Who could have what tomorrow would bring?\n  See there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\n  That read like photo albums\n  Moments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\n  Snapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\n  And now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\n  And there's been some stormy weather but whatever\n  Believe that me and my brothers, we weather it together\n  Till I'm old and grey and my words fade away\n  Like plum purple in the sun's rays, I'ma rep the Oneday\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Nick Lupi:]\n  Two hands are what we made it with\n  A labour of love and long days with it\n  Writing the score and setting the stage\n  Product of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\n  If I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\n  I recall vividly the infamy attained\n  The names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\n  Same imagery of fame, long reins had little me\n  Trying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\n  Footsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\n  The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\n  We were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\n  My best friends and I, no limit to the reach\n  You can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\n  And privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\n  Theme music to the dream, the Oneday team\n  And it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  \"I be in class dreaming bout\n  Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\" - Black Thought\n"},{"id":30021168,"name":"Neighbourhood Hit","trackName":"Neighbourhood Hit","artistName":"Horrorshow,Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Inside Story","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yes, yes\nSolo MC\nNick Lupi\nJusten On\nHah\n\"There goes the neighbourhood\"\nOne two, one two\nThe One Day crew, we comin' through\nTo a neighbourhood near you\nYeah nice, let it flow, yo\n\nWell I'ma take 'em home past memory lane\nGoin' eighty miles while I blow the dust off it, let me explain\nI'ma tell it how it was said to me, same\nSaturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\nDead Grey goes to bed with flames and didn't get it\nHype mag, my man's room, I went and read it\nSaid \"You wanna roam the lines?\" Replied, I said \"My shit ain't stank\"\nBank on it, I'ma get my credit\nEvery tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\nJust because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\nMics, markers, douse the flame\nEmbrace darkness, grant your wish, life after\nSelf doubt, guess I got that from my father (That's right)\nBut my drive outweighed it by far\nTo the real fans, get 'em up\nKPM's the stadium, we gettin' up\nWhoever get there first gets a hip slap\n\nOne day is what we chase and now\nWe out for much more than fame, I guess something's changed\nWe used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes are tryna write the neighbourhood hit\nWent from back lanes to backstage and now\nWe spray words without pain, time waits for no man\nAnd so we got no time to waste\nIt's just me and my brothers who chillin' with none other\n\nStep up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\nIt's the return of the kids bombin' mainline\nSpittin' rhymes written by the same drive that\nHad us out till daybreak hittin' the train line\nLace and strap, tins tucked in your backpack\nChasin' dreams that we traced outta graff mags\nWe studied lessons from a culture of kings\nWho coulda known what tomorrow would bring?\nSee there were walls in the streets round my\nNeighbourhood that read like photo albums\nMoments in time frozen for those who know about 'em\nSnapshots of kids growin' up, stakin' their claim\nAnd now them very same kids is tryna blow it up\nAnd there's been some stormy weather, but whatever\nBelieve that me and my brothers, we weather it together\nTill I'm old and grey, when my words fade away\nLike plum purple in the sun's rays, I'ma rep the One Day\n\nOne day is what we chase and now\nWe out for much more than fame, I guess something's changed\nWe used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes are tryna write the neighbourhood hit\nWent from back lanes to backstage and now\nWe spray words without pain, time waits for no man\nAnd so we got no time to waste\nIt's just me and my brothers who chillin' with none other\n\nTwo hands are what we made it with\nA labour of love and long days with it\nWritin' the score and settin' the stage\nProduct of the very same pavement\nThat plotted the gradient, if I could get a taste of it\nI could run away with it, I recall vividly the infamy attained\nThe names that rang out through the halls, it lifted me, same\nImagery of fame, long reigns had little me\nTryna rhyme my timpanis into the same symphony\nFootsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\nThe legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\nWe were comin' up quick, tryna figure out peace\nMy best friends and I, no limit to the reach\nCould see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride and\nPrivilege I feel standin' right beside 'em\nTheme music to the dream, the One Day team and it\nWon't stop till that one day scene, I mean\n\nOne day is what we chase and now\nWe out for much more than fame, I guess something's changed\nWe used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes are tryna write the neighbourhood hit\nWent from back lanes to backstage and now\nWe spray words without pain, time waits for no man\nAnd so we got no time to waste\nIt's just me and my brothers who chillin' with none other\n\n\"I be in class dreamin' 'bout\nFifty-thousand fans up in the stands screamin' out\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbourhood Hit\n  artist: Horrorshow,Spit Syndicate\n  album: Inside Story\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yes, yes\n  Solo MC\n  Nick Lupi\n  Justen On\n  Hah\n  \"There goes the neighbourhood\"\n  One two, one two\n  The One Day crew, we comin' through\n  To a neighbourhood near you\n  Yeah nice, let it flow, yo\n\n  Well I'ma take 'em home past memory lane\n  Goin' eighty miles while I blow the dust off it, let me explain\n  I'ma tell it how it was said to me, same\n  Saturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\n  Dead Grey goes to bed with flames and didn't get it\n  Hype mag, my man's room, I went and read it\n  Said \"You wanna roam the lines?\" Replied, I said \"My shit ain't stank\"\n  Bank on it, I'ma get my credit\n  Every tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\n  Just because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\n  Mics, markers, douse the flame\n  Embrace darkness, grant your wish, life after\n  Self doubt, guess I got that from my father (That's right)\n  But my drive outweighed it by far\n  To the real fans, get 'em up\n  KPM's the stadium, we gettin' up\n  Whoever get there first gets a hip slap\n\n  One day is what we chase and now\n  We out for much more than fame, I guess something's changed\n  We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes are tryna write the neighbourhood hit\n  Went from back lanes to backstage and now\n  We spray words without pain, time waits for no man\n  And so we got no time to waste\n  It's just me and my brothers who chillin' with none other\n\n  Step up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\n  It's the return of the kids bombin' mainline\n  Spittin' rhymes written by the same drive that\n  Had us out till daybreak hittin' the train line\n  Lace and strap, tins tucked in your backpack\n  Chasin' dreams that we traced outta graff mags\n  We studied lessons from a culture of kings\n  Who coulda known what tomorrow would bring?\n  See there were walls in the streets round my\n  Neighbourhood that read like photo albums\n  Moments in time frozen for those who know about 'em\n  Snapshots of kids growin' up, stakin' their claim\n  And now them very same kids is tryna blow it up\n  And there's been some stormy weather, but whatever\n  Believe that me and my brothers, we weather it together\n  Till I'm old and grey, when my words fade away\n  Like plum purple in the sun's rays, I'ma rep the One Day\n\n  One day is what we chase and now\n  We out for much more than fame, I guess something's changed\n  We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes are tryna write the neighbourhood hit\n  Went from back lanes to backstage and now\n  We spray words without pain, time waits for no man\n  And so we got no time to waste\n  It's just me and my brothers who chillin' with none other\n\n  Two hands are what we made it with\n  A labour of love and long days with it\n  Writin' the score and settin' the stage\n  Product of the very same pavement\n  That plotted the gradient, if I could get a taste of it\n  I could run away with it, I recall vividly the infamy attained\n  The names that rang out through the halls, it lifted me, same\n  Imagery of fame, long reigns had little me\n  Tryna rhyme my timpanis into the same symphony\n  Footsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\n  The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\n  We were comin' up quick, tryna figure out peace\n  My best friends and I, no limit to the reach\n  Could see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride and\n  Privilege I feel standin' right beside 'em\n  Theme music to the dream, the One Day team and it\n  Won't stop till that one day scene, I mean\n\n  One day is what we chase and now\n  We out for much more than fame, I guess something's changed\n  We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes are tryna write the neighbourhood hit\n  Went from back lanes to backstage and now\n  We spray words without pain, time waits for no man\n  And so we got no time to waste\n  It's just me and my brothers who chillin' with none other\n\n  \"I be in class dreamin' 'bout\n  Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screamin' out\"\n"},{"id":5910632,"name":"Neighbourhood Hit","trackName":"Neighbourhood Hit","artistName":"Horrorshow feat. Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Inside Story","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Solo:]\nYes, yes, Solo MC\nNick Lupi, Just Enuf\nHaha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\nOne two, one two\nOneday Crew coming through\nTo a neighbourhood near you\n[Just Enuf:]\nWell I'm a take 'em home past memory lane\nGoing eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\nI'm a tell it how it was said to me same\nSaturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\nA dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\nHype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\nHe said \"You wanna bomb the lines? \", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n\"Bank on it, I'm a get my credit\"\nEvery tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\nJust because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\nMics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\nGrant your wish, life after\nSelf doubt, guess I got that from my father\nBut my drive outweighed it by far\nTo the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\nWhoever get there first, hit us up\n[Chorus: Solo (Spit Syndicate)]\nOne day is what we chase\nBut now we out for much more than fame\nI guess some things change\n(We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\nWent from back lanes to backstage\nAnd now we spray words without paint\nTime waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n(It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n[Solo:]\nStep up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\nIt's the return of the kids bombing mainline\nSpitting rhymes written by the same drive\nThat had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\nLaces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\nChasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\nWe studied lessons from a culture of kings\nWho could have what tomorrow would bring?\nSee there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\nThat read like photo albums\nMoments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\nSnapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\nAnd now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\nAnd there's been some stormy weather but whatever\nBelieve that me and my brothers, we weather it together\nTill I'm old and grey and my words fade away\nLike plum purple in the sun's rays, I'm a rep the Oneday\n[Chorus]\n[Nick Lupi:]\nTwo hands are what we made it with\nA labour of love and long days with it\nWriting the score and setting the stage\nProduct of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\nIf I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\nI recall vividly the infamy attained\nThe names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\nSame imagery of fame, long reins had little me\nTrying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\nFootsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\nThe legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\nWe were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\nMy best friends and I, no limit to the reach\nYou can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\nAnd privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\nTheme music to the dream, the Oneday team\nAnd it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n[Chorus]\n[Black Thought:]\n\"I be in class dreaming bout\nFifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbourhood Hit\n  artist: Horrorshow feat. Spit Syndicate\n  album: Inside Story\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Solo:]\n  Yes, yes, Solo MC\n  Nick Lupi, Just Enuf\n  Haha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\n  One two, one two\n  Oneday Crew coming through\n  To a neighbourhood near you\n  [Just Enuf:]\n  Well I'm a take 'em home past memory lane\n  Going eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\n  I'm a tell it how it was said to me same\n  Saturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\n  A dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\n  Hype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\n  He said \"You wanna bomb the lines? \", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n  \"Bank on it, I'm a get my credit\"\n  Every tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\n  Just because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\n  Mics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\n  Grant your wish, life after\n  Self doubt, guess I got that from my father\n  But my drive outweighed it by far\n  To the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\n  Whoever get there first, hit us up\n  [Chorus: Solo (Spit Syndicate)]\n  One day is what we chase\n  But now we out for much more than fame\n  I guess some things change\n  (We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\n  Went from back lanes to backstage\n  And now we spray words without paint\n  Time waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n  (It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n  [Solo:]\n  Step up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\n  It's the return of the kids bombing mainline\n  Spitting rhymes written by the same drive\n  That had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\n  Laces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\n  Chasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\n  We studied lessons from a culture of kings\n  Who could have what tomorrow would bring?\n  See there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\n  That read like photo albums\n  Moments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\n  Snapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\n  And now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\n  And there's been some stormy weather but whatever\n  Believe that me and my brothers, we weather it together\n  Till I'm old and grey and my words fade away\n  Like plum purple in the sun's rays, I'm a rep the Oneday\n  [Chorus]\n  [Nick Lupi:]\n  Two hands are what we made it with\n  A labour of love and long days with it\n  Writing the score and setting the stage\n  Product of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\n  If I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\n  I recall vividly the infamy attained\n  The names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\n  Same imagery of fame, long reins had little me\n  Trying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\n  Footsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\n  The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\n  We were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\n  My best friends and I, no limit to the reach\n  You can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\n  And privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\n  Theme music to the dream, the Oneday team\n  And it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n  [Chorus]\n  [Black Thought:]\n  \"I be in class dreaming bout\n  Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\"\n"},{"id":21456445,"name":"Neighbourhood Hit","trackName":"Neighbourhood Hit","artistName":"Horrorshow feat. Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Inside Story (Deluxe Edition)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Solo:]\nYes, yes, Solo MC\nNick Lupi, Just Enuf\nHaha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\nOne two, one two\nOneday Crew coming through\nTo a neighbourhood near you\n[Just Enuf:]\nWell I'm a take 'em home past memory lane\nGoing eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\nI'm a tell it how it was said to me same\nSaturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\nA dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\nHype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\nHe said \"You wanna bomb the lines? \", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n\"Bank on it, I'm a get my credit\"\nEvery tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\nJust because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\nMics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\nGrant your wish, life after\nSelf doubt, guess I got that from my father\nBut my drive outweighed it by far\nTo the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\nWhoever get there first, hit us up\n[Chorus: Solo (Spit Syndicate)]\nOne day is what we chase\nBut now we out for much more than fame\nI guess some things change\n(We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\nWent from back lanes to backstage\nAnd now we spray words without paint\nTime waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n(It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n[Solo:]\nStep up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\nIt's the return of the kids bombing mainline\nSpitting rhymes written by the same drive\nThat had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\nLaces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\nChasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\nWe studied lessons from a culture of kings\nWho could have what tomorrow would bring?\nSee there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\nThat read like photo albums\nMoments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\nSnapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\nAnd now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\nAnd there's been some stormy weather but whatever\nBelieve that me and my brothers, we weather it together\nTill I'm old and grey and my words fade away\nLike plum purple in the sun's rays, I'm a rep the Oneday\n[Chorus]\n[Nick Lupi:]\nTwo hands are what we made it with\nA labour of love and long days with it\nWriting the score and setting the stage\nProduct of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\nIf I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\nI recall vividly the infamy attained\nThe names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\nSame imagery of fame, long reins had little me\nTrying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\nFootsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\nThe legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\nWe were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\nMy best friends and I, no limit to the reach\nYou can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\nAnd privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\nTheme music to the dream, the Oneday team\nAnd it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n[Chorus]\n[Black Thought:]\n\"I be in class dreaming bout\nFifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbourhood Hit\n  artist: Horrorshow feat. Spit Syndicate\n  album: Inside Story (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Solo:]\n  Yes, yes, Solo MC\n  Nick Lupi, Just Enuf\n  Haha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\n  One two, one two\n  Oneday Crew coming through\n  To a neighbourhood near you\n  [Just Enuf:]\n  Well I'm a take 'em home past memory lane\n  Going eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\n  I'm a tell it how it was said to me same\n  Saturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\n  A dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\n  Hype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\n  He said \"You wanna bomb the lines? \", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n  \"Bank on it, I'm a get my credit\"\n  Every tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\n  Just because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\n  Mics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\n  Grant your wish, life after\n  Self doubt, guess I got that from my father\n  But my drive outweighed it by far\n  To the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\n  Whoever get there first, hit us up\n  [Chorus: Solo (Spit Syndicate)]\n  One day is what we chase\n  But now we out for much more than fame\n  I guess some things change\n  (We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\n  Went from back lanes to backstage\n  And now we spray words without paint\n  Time waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n  (It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n  [Solo:]\n  Step up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\n  It's the return of the kids bombing mainline\n  Spitting rhymes written by the same drive\n  That had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\n  Laces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\n  Chasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\n  We studied lessons from a culture of kings\n  Who could have what tomorrow would bring?\n  See there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\n  That read like photo albums\n  Moments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\n  Snapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\n  And now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\n  And there's been some stormy weather but whatever\n  Believe that me and my brothers, we weather it together\n  Till I'm old and grey and my words fade away\n  Like plum purple in the sun's rays, I'm a rep the Oneday\n  [Chorus]\n  [Nick Lupi:]\n  Two hands are what we made it with\n  A labour of love and long days with it\n  Writing the score and setting the stage\n  Product of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\n  If I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\n  I recall vividly the infamy attained\n  The names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\n  Same imagery of fame, long reins had little me\n  Trying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\n  Footsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\n  The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\n  We were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\n  My best friends and I, no limit to the reach\n  You can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\n  And privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\n  Theme music to the dream, the Oneday team\n  And it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n  [Chorus]\n  [Black Thought:]\n  \"I be in class dreaming bout\n  Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\"\n"},{"id":5910633,"name":"Neighbourhood Hit (feat. Spit Syndicate)","trackName":"Neighbourhood Hit (feat. Spit Syndicate)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Inside Story","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Solo:]\nYes, yes, Solo MC\nNick Lupi, Just Enuf\nHaha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\nOne two, one two\nOneday Crew coming through\nTo a neighbourhood near you\n[Just Enuf:]\nWell I'm a take 'em home past memory lane\nGoing eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\nI'm a tell it how it was said to me same\nSaturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\nA dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\nHype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\nHe said \"You wanna bomb the lines? \", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n\"Bank on it, I'm a get my credit\"\nEvery tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\nJust because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\nMics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\nGrant your wish, life after\nSelf doubt, guess I got that from my father\nBut my drive outweighed it by far\nTo the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\nWhoever get there first, hit us up\n[Chorus: Solo (Spit Syndicate)]\nOne day is what we chase\nBut now we out for much more than fame\nI guess some things change\n(We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\nNow the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\nWent from back lanes to backstage\nAnd now we spray words without paint\nTime waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n(It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n[Solo:]\nStep up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\nIt's the return of the kids bombing mainline\nSpitting rhymes written by the same drive\nThat had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\nLaces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\nChasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\nWe studied lessons from a culture of kings\nWho could have what tomorrow would bring?\nSee there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\nThat read like photo albums\nMoments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\nSnapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\nAnd now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\nAnd there's been some stormy weather but whatever\nBelieve that me and my brothers, we weather it together\nTill I'm old and grey and my words fade away\nLike plum purple in the sun's rays, I'm a rep the Oneday\n[Chorus]\n[Nick Lupi:]\nTwo hands are what we made it with\nA labour of love and long days with it\nWriting the score and setting the stage\nProduct of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\nIf I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\nI recall vividly the infamy attained\nThe names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\nSame imagery of fame, long reins had little me\nTrying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\nFootsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\nThe legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\nWe were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\nMy best friends and I, no limit to the reach\nYou can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\nAnd privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\nTheme music to the dream, the Oneday team\nAnd it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n[Chorus]\n[Black Thought:]\n\"I be in class dreaming bout\nFifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbourhood Hit (feat. Spit Syndicate)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Inside Story\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Solo:]\n  Yes, yes, Solo MC\n  Nick Lupi, Just Enuf\n  Haha \"there goes the neighbourhood\"\n  One two, one two\n  Oneday Crew coming through\n  To a neighbourhood near you\n  [Just Enuf:]\n  Well I'm a take 'em home past memory lane\n  Going eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain\n  I'm a tell it how it was said to me same\n  Saturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train\n  A dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it\n  Hype mag in my man's room, I went and read it\n  He said \"You wanna bomb the lines? \", replied as if my shit ain't stank\n  \"Bank on it, I'm a get my credit\"\n  Every tag on the wall's like a line from the credits\n  Just because you seen it ain't mean that you read it\n  Mics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness\n  Grant your wish, life after\n  Self doubt, guess I got that from my father\n  But my drive outweighed it by far\n  To the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up\n  Whoever get there first, hit us up\n  [Chorus: Solo (Spit Syndicate)]\n  One day is what we chase\n  But now we out for much more than fame\n  I guess some things change\n  (We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit\n  Now the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)\n  Went from back lanes to backstage\n  And now we spray words without paint\n  Time waits for no man and so we got no time to waste\n  (It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)\n  [Solo:]\n  Step up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride\n  It's the return of the kids bombing mainline\n  Spitting rhymes written by the same drive\n  That had us out till daybreak hitting the train line\n  Laces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack\n  Chasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags\n  We studied lessons from a culture of kings\n  Who could have what tomorrow would bring?\n  See there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood\n  That read like photo albums\n  Moments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em\n  Snapshots of kids growing up staking their claim\n  And now the very same kids is tryna blow it up\n  And there's been some stormy weather but whatever\n  Believe that me and my brothers, we weather it together\n  Till I'm old and grey and my words fade away\n  Like plum purple in the sun's rays, I'm a rep the Oneday\n  [Chorus]\n  [Nick Lupi:]\n  Two hands are what we made it with\n  A labour of love and long days with it\n  Writing the score and setting the stage\n  Product of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient\n  If I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it\n  I recall vividly the infamy attained\n  The names that rang out through the halls that lifted me\n  Same imagery of fame, long reins had little me\n  Trying to write my timpanis into the same symphony\n  Footsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets\n  The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs\n  We were coming up quick trying to figure our piece\n  My best friends and I, no limit to the reach\n  You can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride\n  And privilege I feel standing right beside 'em\n  Theme music to the dream, the Oneday team\n  And it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?\n  [Chorus]\n  [Black Thought:]\n  \"I be in class dreaming bout\n  Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out\"\n"}]