[{"id":33954552,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"ICE CUBE","albumName":"Enemy","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each other's hands?\nYou gonna walk with your enemy\nBefore you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be?\n(enemy)\n\nWhere you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\nWhere you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\nSupercat said that the ghetto red hot\nBust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\nListen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a snapple\nDo you know where you're going to\nDo you know where you're runnin from\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\nKu klux klan scared of my nutty beats\nCause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you somethin like 15 to 3\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemies, enemy runnin from the g\nEnemies, enemy, you're my enemy\nEnemies, enemy, when will I see?\nEnemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, cause me know elijah\nGoin to the east but straight from the westside\nSwing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\nDevil don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike folger's crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracka\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacka\nYou don't care if me get car jacka\nYou don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\nNow it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n\"freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\nBobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just a enemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin out the w\nSent me a subpoena\nCause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\nEach and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\nWith the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\nNow you treat me like a germ\nCause your scared of the su - per sperm\nPlease don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\nYa scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cavebitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\nCause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\nBible, holy qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\nAnd the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n(devil)\nWith dub c, brother g\nCrazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\nHigh off the hennesy\nHundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\nWest l.a., what the hell can I say?\nNiggas wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\nRougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\nHandcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\nThey call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\nKnock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\nMaster farad muhammad comin like a comet\nWhen they see em, they all start to vomit\n1995, elijah is alive\nLewis farrakhan, noi\nBloods and crips and little ol me\nAnd we all gettin ready for the enemy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.69] Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n[00:06.37] And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n[00:11.03] And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n[00:14.63] And little black boys, and little white girls\n[00:17.78] Will one day hold hands together.\n[00:20.97] Shit.\n[00:23.25] Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n[00:26.76] Them little blacks hands are yours.\n[00:33.61] You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n[00:37.27] But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n[00:40.99] Before you hold each other's hands?\n[00:42.26] You gonna walk with your enemy\n[00:44.25] Before you learn to walk with one another?\n[00:47.23] How sick can you be?\n[00:49.14] (Enemy)\n[00:50.00] Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n[00:53.18] Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n[00:55.94] Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n[00:58.50] Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n[01:01.23] Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n[01:04.29] Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n[01:07.01] Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n[01:11.16] God will survive, him protect the civilized\n[01:14.06] Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n[01:16.87] Not me, not me\n[01:18.43] Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n[01:20.66] I'd rather have a snapple\n[01:22.23] Do you know where you're going to\n[01:23.63] Do you know where you're runnin from\n[01:25.35] Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n[01:27.91] You shrivel up like a raisin\n[01:30.31] And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n[01:32.32] Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n[01:35.33] Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n[01:37.74] Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n[01:40.20] See, don't love your enemy\n[01:42.69] Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n[01:44.97] Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n[01:47.65] Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n[01:50.41] Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n[01:52.43] Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n[01:55.54] J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n[01:58.37] With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n[02:00.39] Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n[02:03.28] Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n[02:05.91] Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n[02:08.79] Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n[02:12.07] I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n[02:14.25] Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n[02:16.49] In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n[02:19.19] Like folger's crystals feds\n[02:21.54] I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n[02:24.60] You don't care if me die from the cracka\n[02:27.37] You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n[02:30.30] You don't care if me get car jacka\n[02:32.07] You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n[02:34.99] Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n[02:37.44] \"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n[02:40.20] Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n[02:42.32] When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n[02:45.29] Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n[02:48.21] Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n[02:50.42] You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n[02:52.91] Now you're just a enemy\n[03:05.43] Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n[03:08.85] Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n[03:11.10] Sent me a subpoena\n[03:12.33] Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n[03:15.23] Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n[03:18.96] With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n[03:21.53] Now you treat me like a germ\n[03:23.16] Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n[03:25.40] Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n[03:29.09] The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n[03:31.65] Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n[03:34.29] Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n[03:36.80] But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n[03:39.46] From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n[03:42.35] Hit me with the big black billy club\n[03:45.04] Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n[03:47.24] Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n[03:50.14] And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n[03:52.88] Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n[03:55.75] Bible, holy qur'an\n[03:56.72] Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n[03:58.87] And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n[04:01.52] (Devil)\n[04:02.72] With dub c, brother g\n[04:05.45] Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n[04:08.16] High off the hennesy\n[04:09.47] Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n[04:11.69] West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n[04:14.39] Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n[04:17.13] Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n[04:19.83] Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n[04:22.98] Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n[04:27.28] Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n[04:29.30] They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n[04:32.70] Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n[04:35.37] Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n[04:37.84] When they see em, they all start to vomit\n[04:40.46] 1995, elijah is alive\n[04:42.93] Lewis farrakhan, noi\n[04:45.35] Bloods and crips and little ol me\n[04:48.25] And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n[04:50.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy\n  artist: ICE CUBE\n  album: Enemy\n  duration_ms: 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And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n  start_ms: 288250\n  end_ms: 290790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 290790\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n  Before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gonna walk with your enemy\n  Before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be?\n  (enemy)\n\n  Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to\n  Do you know where you're runnin from\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n  Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n  Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n  Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n  Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n  Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":2124182,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each other's hands?\nYou gonna walk with your enemy\nBefore you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be?\n(Enemy)\n\nWhere you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\nWhere you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\nSupercat said that the ghetto red hot\nBust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\nListen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a snapple\nDo you know where you're going to\nDo you know where you're runnin from\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\nKu klux klan scared of my nutty beats\nCause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you somethin like 15 to 3\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemies, enemy runnin from the g\nEnemies, enemy, you're my enemy\nEnemies, enemy, when will I see?\nEnemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, cause me know elijah\nGoin to the east but straight from the westside\nSwing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\nDevil don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike folger's crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracka\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacka\nYou don't care if me get car jacka\nYou don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\nNow it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n\"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\nBobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just a enemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin out the w\nSent me a subpoena\nCause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\nEach and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\nWith the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\nNow you treat me like a germ\nCause your scared of the su - per sperm\nPlease don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\nYa scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cavebitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\nCause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\nBible, holy qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\nAnd the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n(Devil)\nWith dub c, brother g\nCrazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\nHigh off the hennesy\nHundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\nWest l.a., what the hell can I say?\nNiggas wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\nRougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\nHandcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\nThey call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\nKnock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\nMaster farad muhammad comin like a comet\nWhen they see em, they all start to vomit\n1995, elijah is alive\nLewis farrakhan, noi\nBloods and crips and little ol me\nAnd we all gettin ready for the enemy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n  Before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gonna walk with your enemy\n  Before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be?\n  (Enemy)\n\n  Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to\n  Do you know where you're runnin from\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n  Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n  Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n  Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n  Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n  Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (Devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":32315327,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection","duration":312.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each other's hands?\nYou gonna walk with your enemy\nBefore you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be?\n(enemy)\n\nWhere you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\nWhere you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\nSupercat said that the ghetto red hot\nBust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\nListen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a snapple\nDo you know where you're going to\nDo you know where you're runnin from\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\nKu klux klan scared of my nutty beats\nCause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you somethin like 15 to 3\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemies, enemy runnin from the g\nEnemies, enemy, you're my enemy\nEnemies, enemy, when will I see?\nEnemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, cause me know elijah\nGoin to the east but straight from the westside\nSwing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\nDevil don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike folger's crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracka\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacka\nYou don't care if me get car jacka\nYou don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\nNow it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n\"freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\nBobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just a enemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin out the w\nSent me a subpoena\nCause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\nEach and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\nWith the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\nNow you treat me like a germ\nCause your scared of the su - per sperm\nPlease don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\nYa scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cavebitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\nCause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\nBible, holy qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\nAnd the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n(devil)\nWith dub c, brother g\nCrazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\nHigh off the hennesy\nHundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\nWest l.a., what the hell can I say?\nNiggas wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\nRougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\nHandcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\nThey call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\nKnock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\nMaster farad muhammad comin like a comet\nWhen they see em, they all start to vomit\n1995, elijah is alive\nLewis farrakhan, noi\nBloods and crips and little ol me\nAnd we all gettin ready for the enemy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.69] Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n[00:06.37] And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n[00:11.03] And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n[00:14.63] And little black boys, and little white girls\n[00:17.78] Will one day hold hands together.\n[00:20.97] Shit.\n[00:23.25] Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n[00:26.76] Them little blacks hands are yours.\n[00:33.61] You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n[00:37.27] But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n[00:40.99] Before you hold each other's hands?\n[00:42.26] You gonna walk with your enemy\n[00:44.25] Before you learn to walk with one another?\n[00:47.23] How sick can you be?\n[00:49.14] (Enemy)\n[00:50.00] Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n[00:53.18] Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n[00:55.94] Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n[00:58.50] Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n[01:01.23] Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n[01:04.29] Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n[01:07.01] Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n[01:11.16] God will survive, him protect the civilized\n[01:14.06] Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n[01:16.87] Not me, not me\n[01:18.43] Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n[01:20.66] I'd rather have a snapple\n[01:22.23] Do you know where you're going to\n[01:23.63] Do you know where you're runnin from\n[01:25.35] Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n[01:27.91] You shrivel up like a raisin\n[01:30.31] And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n[01:32.32] Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n[01:35.33] Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n[01:37.74] Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n[01:40.20] See, don't love your enemy\n[01:42.69] Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n[01:44.97] Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n[01:47.65] Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n[01:50.41] Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n[01:52.43] Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n[01:55.54] J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n[01:58.37] With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n[02:00.39] Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n[02:03.28] Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n[02:05.91] Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n[02:08.79] Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n[02:12.07] I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n[02:14.25] Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n[02:16.49] In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n[02:19.19] Like folger's crystals feds\n[02:21.54] I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n[02:24.60] You don't care if me die from the cracka\n[02:27.37] You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n[02:30.30] You don't care if me get car jacka\n[02:32.07] You don't 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whites of his lies\n[03:31.65] Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n[03:34.29] Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n[03:36.80] But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n[03:39.46] From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n[03:42.35] Hit me with the big black billy club\n[03:45.04] Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n[03:47.24] Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n[03:50.14] And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n[03:52.88] Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n[03:55.75] Bible, holy qur'an\n[03:56.72] Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n[03:58.87] And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n[04:01.52] (Devil)\n[04:02.72] With dub c, brother g\n[04:05.45] Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n[04:08.16] High off the hennesy\n[04:09.47] Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n[04:11.69] West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n[04:14.39] Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n[04:17.13] Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n[04:19.83] Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n[04:22.98] Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n[04:27.28] Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n[04:29.30] They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n[04:32.70] Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n[04:35.37] Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n[04:37.84] When they see em, they all start to vomit\n[04:40.46] 1995, elijah is alive\n[04:42.93] Lewis farrakhan, noi\n[04:45.35] Bloods and crips and little ol me\n[04:48.25] And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n[04:50.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection\n  duration_ms: 312000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  start_ms: 1690\n  end_ms: 6370\n- text: And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  start_ms: 6370\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: And what did he 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end_ms: 50000\n- text: Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  start_ms: 50000\n  end_ms: 53180\n- text: Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  start_ms: 53180\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58500\n- text: Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  start_ms: 58500\n  end_ms: 61230\n- text: Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  start_ms: 61230\n  end_ms: 64290\n- text: Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  start_ms: 64290\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 74060\n- text: Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  start_ms: 74060\n  end_ms: 76870\n- text: Not me, not me\n  start_ms: 76870\n  end_ms: 78430\n- text: Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  start_ms: 78430\n  end_ms: 80660\n- text: 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start_ms: 107650\n  end_ms: 110410\n- text: Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n  start_ms: 110410\n  end_ms: 112430\n- text: Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  start_ms: 112430\n  end_ms: 115540\n- text: J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  start_ms: 115540\n  end_ms: 118370\n- text: With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  start_ms: 118370\n  end_ms: 120390\n- text: Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  start_ms: 120390\n  end_ms: 123280\n- text: Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  start_ms: 123280\n  end_ms: 125910\n- text: Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  start_ms: 125910\n  end_ms: 128790\n- text: Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  start_ms: 128790\n  end_ms: 132070\n- text: I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  start_ms: 132070\n  end_ms: 134250\n- text: Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  start_ms: 134250\n  end_ms: 136490\n- text: In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  start_ms: 136490\n  end_ms: 139190\n- text: Like folger's crystals feds\n  start_ms: 139190\n  end_ms: 141540\n- text: I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  start_ms: 141540\n  end_ms: 144600\n- text: You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  start_ms: 144600\n  end_ms: 147370\n- text: You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  start_ms: 147370\n  end_ms: 150300\n- text: You don't care if me get car jacka\n  start_ms: 150300\n  end_ms: 152070\n- text: You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  start_ms: 152070\n  end_ms: 154990\n- text: Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  start_ms: 154990\n  end_ms: 157440\n- text: '\"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say'\n  start_ms: 157440\n  end_ms: 160200\n- text: Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  start_ms: 160200\n  end_ms: 162320\n- text: When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  start_ms: 162320\n  end_ms: 165290\n- text: Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  start_ms: 165290\n  end_ms: 168210\n- 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his eyes\n  start_ms: 205400\n  end_ms: 209090\n- text: The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  start_ms: 209090\n  end_ms: 211650\n- text: Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  start_ms: 211650\n  end_ms: 214290\n- text: Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  start_ms: 214290\n  end_ms: 216800\n- text: But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  start_ms: 216800\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 222350\n- text: Hit me with the big black billy club\n  start_ms: 222350\n  end_ms: 225040\n- text: Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  start_ms: 225040\n  end_ms: 227240\n- text: Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  start_ms: 227240\n  end_ms: 230140\n- text: And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  start_ms: 230140\n  end_ms: 232880\n- text: Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  start_ms: 232880\n  end_ms: 235750\n- text: Bible, holy qur'an\n  start_ms: 235750\n  end_ms: 236720\n- text: Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  start_ms: 236720\n  end_ms: 238870\n- text: And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  start_ms: 238870\n  end_ms: 241520\n- text: (Devil)\n  start_ms: 241520\n  end_ms: 242720\n- text: With dub c, brother g\n  start_ms: 242720\n  end_ms: 245450\n- text: Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  start_ms: 245450\n  end_ms: 248160\n- text: High off the hennesy\n  start_ms: 248160\n  end_ms: 249470\n- text: Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  start_ms: 249470\n  end_ms: 251690\n- text: West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  start_ms: 251690\n  end_ms: 254390\n- text: Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  start_ms: 254390\n  end_ms: 257130\n- text: Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  start_ms: 257130\n  end_ms: 259830\n- text: Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  start_ms: 259830\n  end_ms: 262980\n- text: Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  start_ms: 262980\n  end_ms: 267280\n- text: Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  start_ms: 267280\n  end_ms: 269300\n- text: They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  start_ms: 269300\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 275370\n- text: Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  start_ms: 275370\n  end_ms: 277840\n- text: When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  start_ms: 277840\n  end_ms: 280460\n- text: 1995, elijah is alive\n  start_ms: 280460\n  end_ms: 282930\n- text: Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  start_ms: 282930\n  end_ms: 285350\n- text: Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  start_ms: 285350\n  end_ms: 288250\n- text: And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n  start_ms: 288250\n  end_ms: 290790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 290790\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n  Before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gonna walk with your enemy\n  Before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be?\n  (enemy)\n\n  Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to\n  Do you know where you're runnin from\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n  Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n  Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n  Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n  Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n  Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":19352840,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection (Original Release)","duration":290.306667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each 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will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (Devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":19506176,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection","duration":324.39243,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each other's hands?\nYou gonna walk with your enemy\nBefore you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be?\n(Enemy)\n\nWhere you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\nWhere you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\nSupercat said that the ghetto red hot\nBust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\nListen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a snapple\nDo you know where you're going to\nDo you know where you're runnin from\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\nKu klux klan scared of my nutty beats\nCause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you somethin like 15 to 3\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemies, enemy runnin from the g\nEnemies, enemy, you're my enemy\nEnemies, enemy, when will I see?\nEnemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, cause me know elijah\nGoin to the east but straight from the westside\nSwing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\nDevil don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike folger's crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracka\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacka\nYou don't care if me get car jacka\nYou don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\nNow it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n\"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\nBobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just a enemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin out the w\nSent me a subpoena\nCause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\nEach and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\nWith the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\nNow you treat me like a germ\nCause your scared of the su - per sperm\nPlease don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\nYa scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cavebitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\nCause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\nBible, holy qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\nAnd the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n(Devil)\nWith dub c, brother g\nCrazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\nHigh off the hennesy\nHundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\nWest l.a., what the hell can I say?\nNiggas wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\nRougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\nHandcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\nThey call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\nKnock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\nMaster farad muhammad comin like a comet\nWhen they see em, they all start to vomit\n1995, elijah is alive\nLewis farrakhan, noi\nBloods and crips and little ol me\nAnd we all gettin ready for the enemy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection\n  duration_ms: 324392\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n  Before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gonna walk with your enemy\n  Before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be?\n  (Enemy)\n\n  Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to\n  Do you know where you're runnin from\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n  Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n  Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n  Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n  Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n  Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (Devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":19051532,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection (Re-Issue)","duration":290.434708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each other's hands?\nYou gonna walk with your enemy\nBefore you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be?\n(Enemy)\n\nWhere you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\nWhere you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\nSupercat said that the ghetto red hot\nBust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\nListen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a snapple\nDo you know where you're going to\nDo you know where you're runnin from\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\nKu klux klan scared of my nutty beats\nCause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you somethin like 15 to 3\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemies, enemy runnin from the g\nEnemies, enemy, you're my enemy\nEnemies, enemy, when will I see?\nEnemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, cause me know elijah\nGoin to the east but straight from the westside\nSwing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\nDevil don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike folger's crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracka\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacka\nYou don't care if me get car jacka\nYou don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\nNow it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n\"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\nBobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just a enemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin out the w\nSent me a subpoena\nCause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\nEach and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\nWith the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\nNow you treat me like a germ\nCause your scared of the su - per sperm\nPlease don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\nYa scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cavebitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\nCause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\nBible, holy qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\nAnd the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n(Devil)\nWith dub c, brother g\nCrazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\nHigh off the hennesy\nHundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\nWest l.a., what the hell can I say?\nNiggas wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\nRougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\nHandcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\nThey call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\nKnock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\nMaster farad muhammad comin like a comet\nWhen they see em, they all start to vomit\n1995, elijah is alive\nLewis farrakhan, noi\nBloods and crips and little ol me\nAnd we all gettin ready for the enemy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection (Re-Issue)\n  duration_ms: 290435\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n  Before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gonna walk with your enemy\n  Before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be?\n  (Enemy)\n\n  Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to\n  Do you know where you're runnin from\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n  Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n  Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n  Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n  Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n  Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (Devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":18716635,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection","duration":290.306667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each other's hands?\nYou gonna walk with your enemy\nBefore you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be?\n(Enemy)\n\nWhere you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\nWhere you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\nSupercat said that the ghetto red hot\nBust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\nListen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a snapple\nDo you know where you're going to\nDo you know where you're runnin from\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\nKu klux klan scared of my nutty beats\nCause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you somethin like 15 to 3\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemies, enemy runnin from the g\nEnemies, enemy, you're my enemy\nEnemies, enemy, when will I see?\nEnemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, cause me know elijah\nGoin to the east but straight from the westside\nSwing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\nDevil don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike folger's crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracka\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacka\nYou don't care if me get car jacka\nYou don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\nNow it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n\"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\nBobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just a enemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin out the w\nSent me a subpoena\nCause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\nEach and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\nWith the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\nNow you treat me like a germ\nCause your scared of the su - per sperm\nPlease don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\nYa scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cavebitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\nCause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\nBible, holy qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\nAnd the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n(Devil)\nWith dub c, brother g\nCrazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\nHigh off the hennesy\nHundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\nWest l.a., what the hell can I say?\nNiggas wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\nRougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\nHandcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\nThey call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\nKnock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\nMaster farad muhammad comin like a comet\nWhen they see em, they all start to vomit\n1995, elijah is alive\nLewis farrakhan, noi\nBloods and crips and little ol me\nAnd we all gettin ready for the enemy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection\n  duration_ms: 290307\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n 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men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (Devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we 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I'm a soldier?\n[02:16.49] In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n[02:19.19] Like folger's crystals feds\n[02:21.54] I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n[02:24.60] You don't care if me die from the cracka\n[02:27.37] You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n[02:30.30] You don't care if me get car jacka\n[02:32.07] You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n[02:34.99] Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n[02:37.44] \"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n[02:40.20] Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n[02:42.32] When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n[02:45.29] Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n[02:48.21] Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n[02:50.42] You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n[02:52.91] Now you're just a enemy\n[03:05.43] Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n[03:08.85] Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n[03:11.10] Sent me a subpoena\n[03:12.33] Cause I kill more 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195230\n  end_ms: 198960\n- text: With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  start_ms: 198960\n  end_ms: 201530\n- text: Now you treat me like a germ\n  start_ms: 201530\n  end_ms: 203160\n- text: Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  start_ms: 203160\n  end_ms: 205400\n- text: Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  start_ms: 205400\n  end_ms: 209090\n- text: The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  start_ms: 209090\n  end_ms: 211650\n- text: Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  start_ms: 211650\n  end_ms: 214290\n- text: Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  start_ms: 214290\n  end_ms: 216800\n- text: But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  start_ms: 216800\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 222350\n- text: Hit me with the big black billy club\n  start_ms: 222350\n  end_ms: 225040\n- text: Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  start_ms: 225040\n  end_ms: 227240\n- 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each and every day\n  start_ms: 254390\n  end_ms: 257130\n- text: Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  start_ms: 257130\n  end_ms: 259830\n- text: Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  start_ms: 259830\n  end_ms: 262980\n- text: Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  start_ms: 262980\n  end_ms: 267280\n- text: Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  start_ms: 267280\n  end_ms: 269300\n- text: They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  start_ms: 269300\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 275370\n- text: Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  start_ms: 275370\n  end_ms: 277840\n- text: When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  start_ms: 277840\n  end_ms: 280460\n- text: 1995, elijah is alive\n  start_ms: 280460\n  end_ms: 282930\n- text: Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  start_ms: 282930\n  end_ms: 285350\n- text: Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  start_ms: 285350\n  end_ms: 288250\n- text: And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n  start_ms: 288250\n  end_ms: 290790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 290790\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n  Before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gonna walk with your enemy\n  Before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be?\n  (enemy)\n\n  Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to\n  Do you know where you're runnin from\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n  Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n  Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n  Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n  Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n  Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":22397836,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection [Bonus Tracks]","duration":290.1047,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each other's hands?\nYou gonna walk with your enemy\nBefore you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be?\n(Enemy)\n\nWhere you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\nWhere you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\nSupercat said that the ghetto red hot\nBust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\nListen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a snapple\nDo you know where you're going to\nDo you know where you're runnin from\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\nKu klux klan scared of my nutty beats\nCause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you somethin like 15 to 3\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemies, enemy runnin from the g\nEnemies, enemy, you're my enemy\nEnemies, enemy, when will I see?\nEnemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, cause me know elijah\nGoin to the east but straight from the westside\nSwing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\nDevil don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike folger's crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracka\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacka\nYou don't care if me get car jacka\nYou don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\nNow it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n\"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\nBobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just a enemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin out the w\nSent me a subpoena\nCause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\nEach and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\nWith the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\nNow you treat me like a germ\nCause your scared of the su - per sperm\nPlease don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\nYa scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cavebitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\nCause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\nBible, holy qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\nAnd the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n(Devil)\nWith dub c, brother g\nCrazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\nHigh off the hennesy\nHundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\nWest l.a., what the hell can I say?\nNiggas wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\nRougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\nHandcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\nThey call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\nKnock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\nMaster farad muhammad comin like a comet\nWhen they see em, they all start to vomit\n1995, elijah is alive\nLewis farrakhan, noi\nBloods and crips and little ol me\nAnd we all gettin ready for the enemy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection [Bonus Tracks]\n  duration_ms: 290105\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n  Before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gonna walk with your enemy\n  Before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be?\n  (Enemy)\n\n  Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to\n  Do you know where you're runnin from\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n  Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n  Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n  Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n  Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n  Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (Devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":28481773,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection 12 Tracks [by Hillside]","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\nAnd all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\nAnd what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\nAnd little black boys, and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together.\nShit.\nIs that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\nThem little blacks hands are yours.\nYou can't hold the black brothers' hands?\nBut you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\nBefore you hold each other's hands?\nYou gonna walk with your enemy\nBefore you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be?\n(enemy)\n\nWhere you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\nWhere you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\nSupercat said that the ghetto red hot\nBust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\nListen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a snapple\nDo you know where you're going to\nDo you know where you're runnin from\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\nKu klux klan scared of my nutty beats\nCause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you somethin like 15 to 3\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemies, enemy runnin from the g\nEnemies, enemy, you're my enemy\nEnemies, enemy, when will I see?\nEnemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, cause me know elijah\nGoin to the east but straight from the westside\nSwing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\nDevil don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike folger's crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracka\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacka\nYou don't care if me get car jacka\nYou don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\nNow it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n\"freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\nBobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just a enemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin out the w\nSent me a subpoena\nCause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\nEach and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\nWith the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\nNow you treat me like a germ\nCause your scared of the su - per sperm\nPlease don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\nYa scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cavebitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\nCause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\nBible, holy qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\nAnd the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n(devil)\nWith dub c, brother g\nCrazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\nHigh off the hennesy\nHundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\nWest l.a., what the hell can I say?\nNiggas wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\nRougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\nHandcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\nThey call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\nKnock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\nMaster farad muhammad comin like a comet\nWhen they see em, they all start to vomit\n1995, elijah is alive\nLewis farrakhan, noi\nBloods and crips and little ol me\nAnd we all gettin ready for the enemy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.69] Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n[00:06.37] And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n[00:11.03] And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n[00:14.63] And little black boys, and little white girls\n[00:17.78] Will one day hold hands together.\n[00:20.97] Shit.\n[00:23.25] Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n[00:26.76] Them little blacks hands are yours.\n[00:33.61] You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n[00:37.27] But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n[00:40.99] Before you hold each other's hands?\n[00:42.26] You gonna walk with your enemy\n[00:44.25] Before you learn to walk with one another?\n[00:47.23] How sick can you be?\n[00:49.14] (Enemy)\n[00:50.00] Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n[00:53.18] Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n[00:55.94] Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n[00:58.50] Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n[01:01.23] Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n[01:04.29] Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n[01:07.01] Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n[01:11.16] God will survive, him protect the civilized\n[01:14.06] Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n[01:16.87] Not me, not me\n[01:18.43] Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n[01:20.66] I'd rather have a snapple\n[01:22.23] Do you know where you're going to\n[01:23.63] Do you know where you're runnin from\n[01:25.35] Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n[01:27.91] You shrivel up like a raisin\n[01:30.31] And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n[01:32.32] Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n[01:35.33] Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n[01:37.74] Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n[01:40.20] See, don't love your enemy\n[01:42.69] Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n[01:44.97] Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n[01:47.65] Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n[01:50.41] Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n[01:52.43] Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n[01:55.54] J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n[01:58.37] With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n[02:00.39] Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n[02:03.28] Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n[02:05.91] Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n[02:08.79] Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n[02:12.07] I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n[02:14.25] Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n[02:16.49] In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n[02:19.19] Like folger's crystals feds\n[02:21.54] I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n[02:24.60] You don't care if me die from the cracka\n[02:27.37] You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n[02:30.30] You don't care if me get car jacka\n[02:32.07] You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n[02:34.99] Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n[02:37.44] \"Freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n[02:40.20] Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n[02:42.32] When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n[02:45.29] Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n[02:48.21] Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n[02:50.42] You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n[02:52.91] Now you're just a enemy\n[03:05.43] Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n[03:08.85] Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n[03:11.10] Sent me a subpoena\n[03:12.33] Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n[03:15.23] Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n[03:18.96] With the heavy a to the muthafuckin 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enemy\n  start_ms: 288250\n  end_ms: 290790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 290790\nplain: |-\n  Every january 16th, it's \"the dreamer, the dreamer.\"\n  And all of you say, \"i have a dream; the dreamer.\"\n  And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.\n  And little black boys, and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together.\n  Shit.\n  Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?\n  Them little blacks hands are yours.\n  You can't hold the black brothers' hands?\n  But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands\n  Before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gonna walk with your enemy\n  Before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be?\n  (enemy)\n\n  Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot\n  Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot\n  Supercat said that the ghetto red hot\n  Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to\n  Do you know where you're runnin from\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin\n  Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats\n  Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you somethin like 15 to 3\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemies, enemy runnin from the g\n  Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy\n  Enemies, enemy, when will I see?\n  Enemies, enemy r.i.p.\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, cause me know elijah\n  Goin to the east but straight from the westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus\n  Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like folger's crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracka\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacka\n  You don't care if me get car jacka\n  You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka\n  Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play\n  \"freedom got an ak,\" them guerilla say\n  Bobby seale said, \"please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just a enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin out the w\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina\n  Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet\n  With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  Cause your scared of the su - per sperm\n  Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose\n  Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cavebitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,\n  Bible, holy qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon\n  And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?\n  (devil)\n  With dub c, brother g\n  Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy\n  High off the hennesy\n  Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee\n  West l.a., what the hell can I say?\n  Niggas wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j\n  Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?\n  Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her\n  They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt\n  Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work\n  Master farad muhammad comin like a comet\n  When they see em, they all start to vomit\n  1995, elijah is alive\n  Lewis farrakhan, noi\n  Bloods and crips and little ol me\n  And we all gettin ready for the enemy\n"},{"id":39942009,"name":"Enemy","trackName":"Enemy","artistName":"Ice  Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection [by Hillside]","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every January 16th it's \"The Dreamer, The Dreamer\"\nAnd all of you say \"I have a dream, The Dreamer\"\nAnd what did he dream? It stuck him right there\nAnd little black boys and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together\nShit\nIs that where it's at?\nIs that where it's at now? (No)\n\nThem little blacks hands are yours\nYou can't hold your black brothers' hands?\nBut you gon' go hold some crackers hands before you hold each other's hands?\nYou gon' walk with your enemy before you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be? (Enemy)\n\nWhere ya gonna go when the brothers want to bust a shot?\nWhere ya gonna run when I want to kill bloodclot?\nSupercat said that them ghetto red-hot\nBust a Glock, bust a Glock, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreaded, look where ya headed\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look whom said it\nListen what I say after 1995, not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a Snapple\nDo you know where you're going to?\nDo you know where you're runnin' from?\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin'\n\nKu Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats\n'Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you, somethin' like 15 to three\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, 'cause me know Elijah\nGoin' to the East but straight from the Westside\nSwing down sweet chariot and let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus\n\nDevil, don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike Folger's Crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracker\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacker\nYou don't care if me get carjacker\nYou don't care 'cause you're nothing but a cracker\n\nNow it's Judgment Day, and Allah'll never play\n\"Freedom got a AK, \" them Guerrilla say\nBobby Seale said, \"Please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of Shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just my enemy\n\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin' out the W\nSent me a subpoena\n'Cause I kill more crackers than Bosnia, Herzegovina\nEach and every day out a six-tre Chevrolet\nWith the heavy A to the motherfuckin' K\nNow you treat me like a germ\n'Cause you're scared of the (super sperm)\n\nPlease don't bust 'til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head killer with the bone in his nose\nYou're scared, I'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cave bitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\n'Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and Gomorrah, read your Bible and your Torah, Holy Qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon\nAnd the brother Ron too X, so who's next? (Devil)\n\nWith Dub C, Brother D\nCrazy Toons is a crazy coon, ready for the enemy\nHigh off the Hennessey\nHundred ten degree, no, it's not Tennessee\nWest L.A., what the hell can I say?\nBrothers wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a homie shoot the J\n\nRougher than the roughest rough little sucker\nHad enough, other sucker\nHandcuff this little sucker with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, 'cause nobody want to hump her\nThey call me Thumper 'cause I thump 'til it hurt\nKnock your (uh) in the dirt, puttin' in work\nMaster Farad Muhammad comin' like a comet\nWhen they enemy see 'em, they all start to vomit\n\n1995, Elijah is alive\nLewis Farrakhan, N-O-I\nBloods and Crips and little ol' me\nAnd we all gettin' ready for the enemy (enemy)\n\nDamn, so you still out here waitin', huh\nHmm-mm\nSo you don't mind if I go and take this watch and uh, the car keys\nNo, Jesus give me another one\nA'ight then, cool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy\n  artist: Ice  Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 290433\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Every January 16th it's \"The Dreamer, The Dreamer\"\n  And all of you say \"I have a dream, The Dreamer\"\n  And what did he dream? It stuck him right there\n  And little black boys and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together\n  Shit\n  Is that where it's at?\n  Is that where it's at now? (No)\n\n  Them little blacks hands are yours\n  You can't hold your black brothers' hands?\n  But you gon' go hold some crackers hands before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gon' walk with your enemy before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be? (Enemy)\n\n  Where ya gonna go when the brothers want to bust a shot?\n  Where ya gonna run when I want to kill bloodclot?\n  Supercat said that them ghetto red-hot\n  Bust a Glock, bust a Glock, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreaded, look where ya headed\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look whom said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995, not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a Snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you know where you're runnin' from?\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin'\n\n  Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats\n  'Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you, somethin' like 15 to three\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, 'cause me know Elijah\n  Goin' to the East but straight from the Westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot and let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus\n\n  Devil, don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like Folger's Crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracker\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacker\n  You don't care if me get carjacker\n  You don't care 'cause you're nothing but a cracker\n\n  Now it's Judgment Day, and Allah'll never play\n  \"Freedom got a AK, \" them Guerrilla say\n  Bobby Seale said, \"Please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just my enemy\n\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin' out the W\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  'Cause I kill more crackers than Bosnia, Herzegovina\n  Each and every day out a six-tre Chevrolet\n  With the heavy A to the motherfuckin' K\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  'Cause you're scared of the (super sperm)\n\n  Please don't bust 'til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head killer with the bone in his nose\n  You're scared, I'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cave bitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  'Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and Gomorrah, read your Bible and your Torah, Holy Qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon\n  And the brother Ron too X, so who's next? (Devil)\n\n  With Dub C, Brother D\n  Crazy Toons is a crazy coon, ready for the enemy\n  High off the Hennessey\n  Hundred ten degree, no, it's not Tennessee\n  West L.A., what the hell can I say?\n  Brothers wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a homie shoot the J\n\n  Rougher than the roughest rough little sucker\n  Had enough, other sucker\n  Handcuff this little sucker with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, 'cause nobody want to hump her\n  They call me Thumper 'cause I thump 'til it hurt\n  Knock your (uh) in the dirt, puttin' in work\n  Master Farad Muhammad comin' like a comet\n  When they enemy see 'em, they all start to vomit\n\n  1995, Elijah is alive\n  Lewis Farrakhan, N-O-I\n  Bloods and Crips and little ol' me\n  And we all gettin' ready for the enemy (enemy)\n\n  Damn, so you still out here waitin', huh\n  Hmm-mm\n  So you don't mind if I go and take this watch and uh, the car keys\n  No, Jesus give me another one\n  A'ight then, cool\n"},{"id":37527351,"name":"Enemy - Remastered","trackName":"Enemy - Remastered","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every January 16th it's \"The Dreamer, The Dreamer\"\nAnd all of you say \"I have a dream, The Dreamer\"\nAnd what did he dream? It stuck him right there\nAnd little black boys and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together\nShit\nIs that where it's at?\nIs that where it's at now? (No)\n\nThem little blacks hands are yours\nYou can't hold your black brothers' hands?\nBut you gon' go hold some crackers hands before you hold each other's hands?\nYou gon' walk with your enemy before you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be? (Enemy)\n\nWhere ya gonna go when the brothers want to bust a shot?\nWhere ya gonna run when I want to kill bloodclot?\nSupercat said that them ghetto red-hot\nBust a Glock, bust a Glock, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreaded, look where ya headed\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look whom said it\nListen what I say after 1995, not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a Snapple\nDo you know where you're going to?\nDo you know where you're runnin' from?\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin'\n\nKu Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats\n'Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you, somethin' like 15 to three\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, 'cause me know Elijah\nGoin' to the East but straight from the Westside\nSwing down sweet chariot and let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus\n\nDevil, don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike Folger's Crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracker\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacker\nYou don't care if me get carjacker\nYou don't care 'cause you're nothing but a cracker\n\nNow it's Judgment Day, and Allah'll never play\n\"Freedom got a AK, \" them Guerrilla say\nBobby Seale said, \"Please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of Shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just my enemy\n\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin' out the W\nSent me a subpoena\n'Cause I kill more crackers than Bosnia, Herzegovina\nEach and every day out a six-tre Chevrolet\nWith the heavy A to the motherfuckin' K\nNow you treat me like a germ\n'Cause you're scared of the (super sperm)\n\nPlease don't bust 'til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head killer with the bone in his nose\nYou're scared, I'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cave bitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\n'Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and Gomorrah, read your Bible and your Torah, Holy Qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon\nAnd the brother Ron too X, so who's next? (Devil)\n\nWith Dub C, Brother D\nCrazy Toons is a crazy coon, ready for the enemy\nHigh off the Hennessey\nHundred ten degree, no, it's not Tennessee\nWest L.A., what the hell can I say?\nBrothers wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a homie shoot the J\n\nRougher than the roughest rough little sucker\nHad enough, other sucker\nHandcuff this little sucker with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, 'cause nobody want to hump her\nThey call me Thumper 'cause I thump 'til it hurt\nKnock your (uh) in the dirt, puttin' in work\nMaster Farad Muhammad comin' like a comet\nWhen they enemy see 'em, they all start to vomit\n\n1995, Elijah is alive\nLewis Farrakhan, N-O-I\nBloods and Crips and little ol' me\nAnd we all gettin' ready for the enemy (enemy)\n\nDamn, so you still out here waitin', huh\nHmm-mm\nSo you don't mind if I go and take this watch and uh, the car keys\nNo, Jesus give me another one\nA'ight then, cool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Enemy - Remastered\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection\n  duration_ms: 290307\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Every January 16th it's \"The Dreamer, The Dreamer\"\n  And all of you say \"I have a dream, The Dreamer\"\n  And what did he dream? It stuck him right there\n  And little black boys and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together\n  Shit\n  Is that where it's at?\n  Is that where it's at now? (No)\n\n  Them little blacks hands are yours\n  You can't hold your black brothers' hands?\n  But you gon' go hold some crackers hands before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gon' walk with your enemy before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be? (Enemy)\n\n  Where ya gonna go when the brothers want to bust a shot?\n  Where ya gonna run when I want to kill bloodclot?\n  Supercat said that them ghetto red-hot\n  Bust a Glock, bust a Glock, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreaded, look where ya headed\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look whom said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995, not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a Snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you know where you're runnin' from?\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin'\n\n  Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats\n  'Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you, somethin' like 15 to three\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, 'cause me know Elijah\n  Goin' to the East but straight from the Westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot and let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus\n\n  Devil, don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like Folger's Crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracker\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacker\n  You don't care if me get carjacker\n  You don't care 'cause you're nothing but a cracker\n\n  Now it's Judgment Day, and Allah'll never play\n  \"Freedom got a AK, \" them Guerrilla say\n  Bobby Seale said, \"Please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just my enemy\n\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin' out the W\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  'Cause I kill more crackers than Bosnia, Herzegovina\n  Each and every day out a six-tre Chevrolet\n  With the heavy A to the motherfuckin' K\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  'Cause you're scared of the (super sperm)\n\n  Please don't bust 'til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head killer with the bone in his nose\n  You're scared, I'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cave bitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  'Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and Gomorrah, read your Bible and your Torah, Holy Qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon\n  And the brother Ron too X, so who's next? (Devil)\n\n  With Dub C, Brother D\n  Crazy Toons is a crazy coon, ready for the enemy\n  High off the Hennessey\n  Hundred ten degree, no, it's not Tennessee\n  West L.A., what the hell can I say?\n  Brothers wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a homie shoot the J\n\n  Rougher than the roughest rough little sucker\n  Had enough, other sucker\n  Handcuff this little sucker with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, 'cause nobody want to hump her\n  They call me Thumper 'cause I thump 'til it hurt\n  Knock your (uh) in the dirt, puttin' in work\n  Master Farad Muhammad comin' like a comet\n  When they enemy see 'em, they all start to vomit\n\n  1995, Elijah is alive\n  Lewis Farrakhan, N-O-I\n  Bloods and Crips and little ol' me\n  And we all gettin' ready for the enemy (enemy)\n\n  Damn, so you still out here waitin', huh\n  Hmm-mm\n  So you don't mind if I go and take this watch and uh, the car keys\n  No, Jesus give me another one\n  A'ight then, cool\n"},{"id":38623997,"name":"11 - Enemy","trackName":"11 - Enemy","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Lethal Injection","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every January 16th it's \"The Dreamer, The Dreamer\"\nAnd all of you say \"I have a dream, The Dreamer\"\nAnd what did he dream? It stuck him right there\nAnd little black boys and little white girls\nWill one day hold hands together\nShit\nIs that where it's at?\nIs that where it's at now? (No)\n\nThem little blacks hands are yours\nYou can't hold your black brothers' hands?\nBut you gon' go hold some crackers hands before you hold each other's hands?\nYou gon' walk with your enemy before you learn to walk with one another?\nHow sick can you be? (Enemy)\n\nWhere ya gonna go when the brothers want to bust a shot?\nWhere ya gonna run when I want to kill bloodclot?\nSupercat said that them ghetto red-hot\nBust a Glock, bust a Glock, devils get shot\nNappy-headed, no-dreaded, look where ya headed\nBuck the devil, buck the devil, look whom said it\nListen what I say after 1995, not one death will be alive\nGod will survive, him protect the civilized\nWho really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n\nNot me, not me\nMe never eat from the tree with the apple\nI'd rather have a Snapple\nDo you know where you're going to?\nDo you know where you're runnin' from?\nScared of the sun, I live in the sun\nYou shrivel up like a raisin\nAnd burn like the blunt that I'm blazin'\n\nKu Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats\n'Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\nOut number you, somethin' like 15 to three\nSee, don't love your enemy\n\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\n\nWhere you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\nJ. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\nWith the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\nMe not afraid, 'cause me know Elijah\nGoin' to the East but straight from the Westside\nSwing down sweet chariot and let me ride\nThrough the fire, through the fire that will please us\nI know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus\n\nDevil, don't you know I'm a soldier?\nIn God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\nLike Folger's Crystals feds\nI'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez\nYou don't care if me die from the cracker\nYou don't care if me have a heart attacker\nYou don't care if me get carjacker\nYou don't care 'cause you're nothing but a cracker\n\nNow it's Judgment Day, and Allah'll never play\n\"Freedom got a AK, \" them Guerrilla say\nBobby Seale said, \"Please make it rough, bro\"\nWhen God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\nThrough your neighborhood, watch me blast\nTribe of Shabazz, get in that ass\nYou shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\nNow you're just my enemy\n\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\nEnemy\n\nNow I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\nJust to trouble you, throwin' out the W\nSent me a subpoena\n'Cause I kill more crackers than Bosnia, Herzegovina\nEach and every day out a six-tre Chevrolet\nWith the heavy A to the motherfuckin' K\nNow you treat me like a germ\n'Cause you're scared of the (super sperm)\n\nPlease don't bust 'til you see, the whites of his eyes\nThe whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\nNappy head killer with the bone in his nose\nYou're scared, I'ma put this bone in your hoes\nBut I don't wanna, I've been to cona\nFrom the cave bitch with the nasty persona\nHit me with the big black billy club\n'Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n\nThree men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\nAnd it's really scary, now they're in the military\nSodom and Gomorrah, read your Bible and your Torah, Holy Qur'an\nOnce again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon\nAnd the brother Ron too X, so who's next? (Devil)\n\nWith Dub C, Brother D\nCrazy Toons is a crazy coon, ready for the enemy\nHigh off the Hennessey\nHundred ten degree, no, it's not Tennessee\nWest L.A., what the hell can I say?\nBrothers wanna play, each and every day\nPass me the pill, a homie shoot the J\n\nRougher than the roughest rough little sucker\nHad enough, other sucker\nHandcuff this little sucker with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\nGrab his bitch, dump her, 'cause nobody want to hump her\nThey call me Thumper 'cause I thump 'til it hurt\nKnock your (uh) in the dirt, puttin' in work\nMaster Farad Muhammad comin' like a comet\nWhen they enemy see 'em, they all start to vomit\n\n1995, Elijah is alive\nLewis Farrakhan, N-O-I\nBloods and Crips and little ol' me\nAnd we all gettin' ready for the enemy (enemy)\n\nDamn, so you still out here waitin', huh\nHmm-mm\nSo you don't mind if I go and take this watch and uh, the car keys\nNo, Jesus give me another one\nA'ight then, cool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 11 - Enemy\n  artist: Ice Cube\n  album: Lethal Injection\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Every January 16th it's \"The Dreamer, The Dreamer\"\n  And all of you say \"I have a dream, The Dreamer\"\n  And what did he dream? It stuck him right there\n  And little black boys and little white girls\n  Will one day hold hands together\n  Shit\n  Is that where it's at?\n  Is that where it's at now? (No)\n\n  Them little blacks hands are yours\n  You can't hold your black brothers' hands?\n  But you gon' go hold some crackers hands before you hold each other's hands?\n  You gon' walk with your enemy before you learn to walk with one another?\n  How sick can you be? (Enemy)\n\n  Where ya gonna go when the brothers want to bust a shot?\n  Where ya gonna run when I want to kill bloodclot?\n  Supercat said that them ghetto red-hot\n  Bust a Glock, bust a Glock, devils get shot\n  Nappy-headed, no-dreaded, look where ya headed\n  Buck the devil, buck the devil, look whom said it\n  Listen what I say after 1995, not one death will be alive\n  God will survive, him protect the civilized\n  Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?\n\n  Not me, not me\n  Me never eat from the tree with the apple\n  I'd rather have a Snapple\n  Do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you know where you're runnin' from?\n  Scared of the sun, I live in the sun\n  You shrivel up like a raisin\n  And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin'\n\n  Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats\n  'Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets\n  Out number you, somethin' like 15 to three\n  See, don't love your enemy\n\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n\n  Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?\n  J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya\n  With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire\n  Me not afraid, 'cause me know Elijah\n  Goin' to the East but straight from the Westside\n  Swing down sweet chariot and let me ride\n  Through the fire, through the fire that will please us\n  I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus\n\n  Devil, don't you know I'm a soldier?\n  In God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya\n  Like Folger's Crystals feds\n  I'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez\n  You don't care if me die from the cracker\n  You don't care if me have a heart attacker\n  You don't care if me get carjacker\n  You don't care 'cause you're nothing but a cracker\n\n  Now it's Judgment Day, and Allah'll never play\n  \"Freedom got a AK, \" them Guerrilla say\n  Bobby Seale said, \"Please make it rough, bro\"\n  When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo\n  Through your neighborhood, watch me blast\n  Tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass\n  You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me\n  Now you're just my enemy\n\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n  Enemy\n\n  Now I change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up\n  Just to trouble you, throwin' out the W\n  Sent me a subpoena\n  'Cause I kill more crackers than Bosnia, Herzegovina\n  Each and every day out a six-tre Chevrolet\n  With the heavy A to the motherfuckin' K\n  Now you treat me like a germ\n  'Cause you're scared of the (super sperm)\n\n  Please don't bust 'til you see, the whites of his eyes\n  The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies\n  Nappy head killer with the bone in his nose\n  You're scared, I'ma put this bone in your hoes\n  But I don't wanna, I've been to cona\n  From the cave bitch with the nasty persona\n  Hit me with the big black billy club\n  'Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub\n\n  Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub\n  And it's really scary, now they're in the military\n  Sodom and Gomorrah, read your Bible and your Torah, Holy Qur'an\n  Once again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon\n  And the brother Ron too X, so who's next? (Devil)\n\n  With Dub C, Brother D\n  Crazy Toons is a crazy coon, ready for the enemy\n  High off the Hennessey\n  Hundred ten degree, no, it's not Tennessee\n  West L.A., what the hell can I say?\n  Brothers wanna play, each and every day\n  Pass me the pill, a homie shoot the J\n\n  Rougher than the roughest rough little sucker\n  Had enough, other sucker\n  Handcuff this little sucker with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper\n  Grab his bitch, dump her, 'cause nobody want to hump her\n  They call me Thumper 'cause I thump 'til it hurt\n  Knock your (uh) in the dirt, puttin' in work\n  Master Farad Muhammad comin' like a comet\n  When they enemy see 'em, they all start to vomit\n\n  1995, Elijah is alive\n  Lewis Farrakhan, N-O-I\n  Bloods and Crips and little ol' me\n  And we all gettin' ready for the enemy (enemy)\n\n  Damn, so you still out here waitin', huh\n  Hmm-mm\n  So you don't mind if I go and take this watch and uh, the car keys\n  No, Jesus give me another one\n  A'ight then, cool\n"},{"id":33253458,"name":"Burn Hollywood Burn (Ice Cube & Big Daddy Kane)","trackName":"Burn Hollywood Burn (Ice Cube & Big Daddy Kane)","artistName":"Public Enemy","albumName":"Fear of a Black Planet","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Burn Hollywood burn, I smell a riot\nGoin' on, first they're guilty, now they're gone\nYeah, I'll check out a movie\nBut it'll take a Black one to move me\nGet me the hell away from this T.V\nAll this news and views are beneath me\nSo all I hear about is shots ringing out\nAbout gangs putting each other's head out\n\nSo I rather kick some slang out\nAll right fellas, let's go hang out\nHollywood or would they not\nMake us all look bad like I know they had\nBut some things I'll never forget, yeah\nSo step and fetch this shit\nFor all the years we looked like clowns\nThe joke is over, smell the smoke from all around\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nIce Cube is down with the P.E\nNow every single bitch wanna see me\nBig Daddy is smooth, word to mother\nLet's check out a flick that exploits the color\nRoaming through Hollywood late at night\nRed and blue lights what a common sight\nPulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker\nDon't fight the power, the motherfucker\n\nAs I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard\nThinking how hard it was to those that starred\nIn the movies portraying the roles\nOf butlers and maids, slaves and hoes\nMany intelligent Black men seemed\nTo look uncivilized when on the screen\nLike, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo\nOn the plantation, what else can a nigga do?\n\nAnd Black women in this profession\nAs for playing a lawyer, out of the question\nFor what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term\nEven if now she got a perm\nSo let's make our own movies like Spike Lee\n'Cause the roles being offered don't strike me\nAs nothing that the black man could use to earn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\n\"Now we're considering you for a part in our new production\nHow do you feel about playing a controversial negro?\"\n\"Yeah, I'm wid it\nYou mean somebody like Huey P. 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I work hard for it\"\n\"Yo, man, it's gonna be dope, man\"\n\"Chill, man\"\n\"Hey, I'm chill chill, but you know what I'm sayin'\nI just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n\"Come on, man, it's cool\"\n\nLadies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation, Driving Miss Daisy\n\"No, no, no\"\n\"Bullshit, just what I'm talkin' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit\nI'm outta here, man, it's bullshit\"\n\"Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y'all want to go check that out?\"\n\"That's the idea, we could have rolled with that from the get-go!\"\n\"Fuck Hollywood, man\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Burn Hollywood burn, I smell a riot\n[00:02.06] Goin' on, first they're guilty, now they're gone\n[00:04.42] Yeah, I'll check out a movie\n[00:06.04] But it'll take a Black one to move me\n[00:08.03] Get me the hell away from this T.V\n[00:10.18] All this news and views are beneath me\n[00:12.12] So all I hear about is shots ringing out\n[00:14.36] About gangs putting each other's head out\n[00:16.29] So I rather kick some slang out\n[00:18.34] All right fellas, let's go hang out\n[00:20.40] Hollywood or would they not\n[00:22.16] Make us all look bad like I know they had\n[00:24.46] But some things I'll never forget, yeah\n[00:26.72] So step and fetch this shit\n[00:28.58] For all the years we looked like clowns\n[00:30.57] The joke is over, smell the smoke from all around\n[00:33.10] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:33.82] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:34.91] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:36.03] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:37.19] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:37.96] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:38.93] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:39.94] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:41.05] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:42.00] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:43.11] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:44.24] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:45.51] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:46.44] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:47.32] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:48.47] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[00:49.22] Ice Cube is down with the P.E\n[00:51.24] Now every single bitch wanna see me\n[00:53.22] Big Daddy is smooth, word to mother\n[00:55.44] Let's check out a flick that exploits the color\n[00:57.61] Roaming through Hollywood late at night\n[00:59.85] Red and blue lights what a common sight\n[01:01.78] Pulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker\n[01:03.91] Don't fight the power, the motherfucker\n[01:05.99] As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard\n[01:08.48] Thinking how hard it was to those that starred\n[01:10.55] In the movies portraying the roles\n[01:11.95] Of butlers and maids, slaves and hoes\n[01:14.09] Many intelligent Black men seemed\n[01:16.05] To look uncivilized when on the screen\n[01:18.12] Like, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo\n[01:20.40] On the plantation, what else can a nigga do?\n[01:22.65] And Black women in this profession\n[01:24.32] As for playing a lawyer, out of the question\n[01:26.72] For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term\n[01:28.84] Even if now she got a perm\n[01:30.98] So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee\n[01:32.74] 'Cause the roles being offered don't strike me\n[01:35.09] As nothing that the black man could use to earn\n[01:37.14] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:39.04] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:40.20] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:41.20] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:42.16] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:43.05] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:44.12] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:45.14] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:46.26] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:47.36] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:48.36] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:49.31] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:50.36] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:51.31] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:52.59] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:53.46] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:54.58] Burn Hollywood, burn\n[01:56.58] \"Now we're considering you for a part in our new production\n[01:59.62] How do you feel about playing a controversial negro?\"\n[02:02.63] \"Yeah, I'm wid it\n[02:03.47] You mean somebody like Huey P. Newton or H. Rap Brown, right?\"\n[02:06.36] \"Well, it's a servant character that chuckles a little bit, and sings\"\n[02:09.95] \"Yo, man, what? That's bullshit\"\n[02:12.47] \"Hey Cube, Kane, Flav, listen\n[02:15.21] I hope you ain't wastin' my time\n[02:16.56] You know how I feel about givin' these movies my money\n[02:19.08] Know what I'm sayin'? I work hard for it\"\n[02:20.06] \"Yo, man, it's gonna be dope, man\"\n[02:21.96] \"Chill, man\"\n[02:22.54] \"Hey, I'm chill chill, but you know what I'm sayin'\n[02:24.15] I just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n[02:27.10] \"Come on, man, it's cool\"\n[02:28.68] Ladies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation, Driving Miss Daisy\n[02:33.45] \"No, no, no\"\n[02:34.40] \"Bullshit, just what I'm talkin' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit\n[02:37.83] I'm outta here, man, it's bullshit\"\n[02:39.58] \"Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y'all want to go check that out?\"\n[02:43.01] \"That's the idea, we could have rolled with that from the get-go!\"\n[02:45.97] \"Fuck Hollywood, man\"\n[02:47.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Burn Hollywood Burn (Ice Cube & Big Daddy Kane)\n  artist: Public Enemy\n  album: Fear of a Black Planet\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- 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I work hard for it\"\n  start_ms: 139080\n  end_ms: 140060\n- text: '\"Yo, man, it''s gonna be dope, man\"'\n  start_ms: 140060\n  end_ms: 141960\n- text: '\"Chill, man\"'\n  start_ms: 141960\n  end_ms: 142540\n- text: '\"Hey, I''m chill chill, but you know what I''m sayin'''\n  start_ms: 142540\n  end_ms: 144150\n- text: I just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n  start_ms: 144150\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: '\"Come on, man, it''s cool\"'\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 148680\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation, Driving Miss Daisy\n  start_ms: 148680\n  end_ms: 153450\n- text: '\"No, no, no\"'\n  start_ms: 153450\n  end_ms: 154400\n- text: '\"Bullshit, just what I''m talkin'' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit'\n  start_ms: 154400\n  end_ms: 157830\n- text: I'm outta here, man, it's bullshit\"\n  start_ms: 157830\n  end_ms: 159580\n- text: '\"Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y''all want to go check that out?\"'\n  start_ms: 159580\n  end_ms: 163010\n- text: '\"That''s the idea, we could have rolled with that from the get-go!\"'\n  start_ms: 163010\n  end_ms: 165970\n- text: '\"Fuck Hollywood, man\"'\n  start_ms: 165970\n  end_ms: 167750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 167750\nplain: |-\n  Burn Hollywood burn, I smell a riot\n  Goin' on, first they're guilty, now they're gone\n  Yeah, I'll check out a movie\n  But it'll take a Black one to move me\n  Get me the hell away from this T.V\n  All this news and views are beneath me\n  So all I hear about is shots ringing out\n  About gangs putting each other's head out\n\n  So I rather kick some slang out\n  All right fellas, let's go hang out\n  Hollywood or would they not\n  Make us all look bad like I know they had\n  But some things I'll never forget, yeah\n  So step and fetch this shit\n  For all the years we looked like clowns\n  The joke is over, smell the smoke from all around\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Ice Cube is down with the P.E\n  Now every single bitch wanna see me\n  Big Daddy is smooth, word to mother\n  Let's check out a flick that exploits the color\n  Roaming through Hollywood late at night\n  Red and blue lights what a common sight\n  Pulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker\n  Don't fight the power, the motherfucker\n\n  As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard\n  Thinking how hard it was to those that starred\n  In the movies portraying the roles\n  Of butlers and maids, slaves and hoes\n  Many intelligent Black men seemed\n  To look uncivilized when on the screen\n  Like, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo\n  On the plantation, what else can a nigga do?\n\n  And Black women in this profession\n  As for playing a lawyer, out of the question\n  For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term\n  Even if now she got a perm\n  So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee\n  'Cause the roles being offered don't strike me\n  As nothing that the black man could use to earn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  \"Now we're considering you for a part in our new production\n  How do you feel about playing a controversial negro?\"\n  \"Yeah, I'm wid it\n  You mean somebody like Huey P. 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I work hard for it\"\n  \"Yo, man, it's gonna be dope, man\"\n  \"Chill, man\"\n  \"Hey, I'm chill chill, but you know what I'm sayin'\n  I just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n  \"Come on, man, it's cool\"\n\n  Ladies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation, Driving Miss Daisy\n  \"No, no, no\"\n  \"Bullshit, just what I'm talkin' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit\n  I'm outta here, man, it's bullshit\"\n  \"Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y'all want to go check that out?\"\n  \"That's the idea, we could have rolled with that from the get-go!\"\n  \"Fuck Hollywood, man\"\n"},{"id":33525889,"name":"Public Enemy | Burn Hollywood Burn","trackName":"Public Enemy | Burn Hollywood Burn","artistName":"Public Enemy; Ice Cube; Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Fear of a Black Planet","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Burn Hollywood burn, I smell a riot\nGoin' on, first they're guilty, now they're gone\nYeah, I'll check out a movie\nBut it'll take a Black one to move me\nGet me the hell away from this T.V\nAll this news and views are beneath me\nSo all I hear about is shots ringing out\nAbout gangs putting each other's head out\n\nSo I rather kick some slang out\nAll right fellas, let's go hang out\nHollywood or would they not\nMake us all look bad like I know they had\nBut some things I'll never forget, yeah\nSo step and fetch this shit\nFor all the years we looked like clowns\nThe joke is over, smell the smoke from all around\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nIce Cube is down with the P.E\nNow every single bitch wanna see me\nBig Daddy is smooth, word to mother\nLet's check out a flick that exploits the color\nRoaming through Hollywood late at night\nRed and blue lights what a common sight\nPulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker\nDon't fight the power, the motherfucker\n\nAs I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard\nThinking how hard it was to those that starred\nIn the movies portraying the roles\nOf butlers and maids, slaves and hoes\nMany intelligent Black men seemed\nTo look uncivilized when on the screen\nLike, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo\nOn the plantation, what else can a nigga do?\n\nAnd Black women in this profession\nAs for playing a lawyer, out of the question\nFor what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term\nEven if now she got a perm\nSo let's make our own movies like Spike Lee\n'Cause the roles being offered don't strike me\nAs nothing that the black man could use to earn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\nBurn Hollywood, burn\n\n\"Now we're considering you for a part in our new production\nHow do you feel about playing a controversial negro?\"\n\"Yeah, I'm wid it\nYou mean somebody like Huey P. 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Newton or H. Rap Brown, right?\"\n  start_ms: 123470\n  end_ms: 126360\n- text: '\"Well, it''s a servant character that chuckles a little bit, and sings\"'\n  start_ms: 126360\n  end_ms: 129950\n- text: '\"Yo, man, what? That''s bullshit\"'\n  start_ms: 129950\n  end_ms: 132470\n- text: '\"Hey Cube, Kane, Flav, listen'\n  start_ms: 132470\n  end_ms: 135210\n- text: I hope you ain't wastin' my time\n  start_ms: 135210\n  end_ms: 136560\n- text: You know how I feel about givin' these movies my money\n  start_ms: 136560\n  end_ms: 139080\n- text: Know what I'm sayin'? I work hard for it\"\n  start_ms: 139080\n  end_ms: 140060\n- text: '\"Yo, man, it''s gonna be dope, man\"'\n  start_ms: 140060\n  end_ms: 141960\n- text: '\"Chill, man\"'\n  start_ms: 141960\n  end_ms: 142540\n- text: '\"Hey, I''m chill chill, but you know what I''m sayin'''\n  start_ms: 142540\n  end_ms: 144150\n- text: I just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n  start_ms: 144150\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: '\"Come on, man, it''s cool\"'\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 148680\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation, Driving Miss Daisy\n  start_ms: 148680\n  end_ms: 153450\n- text: '\"No, no, no\"'\n  start_ms: 153450\n  end_ms: 154400\n- text: '\"Bullshit, just what I''m talkin'' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit'\n  start_ms: 154400\n  end_ms: 157830\n- text: I'm outta here, man, it's bullshit\"\n  start_ms: 157830\n  end_ms: 159580\n- text: '\"Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y''all want to go check that out?\"'\n  start_ms: 159580\n  end_ms: 163010\n- text: '\"That''s the idea, we could have rolled with that from the get-go!\"'\n  start_ms: 163010\n  end_ms: 165970\n- text: '\"Fuck Hollywood, man\"'\n  start_ms: 165970\n  end_ms: 167750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 167750\nplain: |-\n  Burn Hollywood burn, I smell a riot\n  Goin' on, first they're guilty, now they're gone\n  Yeah, I'll check out a movie\n  But it'll take a Black one to move me\n  Get me the hell away from this T.V\n  All this news and views are beneath me\n  So all I hear about is shots ringing out\n  About gangs putting each other's head out\n\n  So I rather kick some slang out\n  All right fellas, let's go hang out\n  Hollywood or would they not\n  Make us all look bad like I know they had\n  But some things I'll never forget, yeah\n  So step and fetch this shit\n  For all the years we looked like clowns\n  The joke is over, smell the smoke from all around\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Ice Cube is down with the P.E\n  Now every single bitch wanna see me\n  Big Daddy is smooth, word to mother\n  Let's check out a flick that exploits the color\n  Roaming through Hollywood late at night\n  Red and blue lights what a common sight\n  Pulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker\n  Don't fight the power, the motherfucker\n\n  As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard\n  Thinking how hard it was to those that starred\n  In the movies portraying the roles\n  Of butlers and maids, slaves and hoes\n  Many intelligent Black men seemed\n  To look uncivilized when on the screen\n  Like, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo\n  On the plantation, what else can a nigga do?\n\n  And Black women in this profession\n  As for playing a lawyer, out of the question\n  For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term\n  Even if now she got a perm\n  So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee\n  'Cause the roles being offered don't strike me\n  As nothing that the black man could use to earn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  \"Now we're considering you for a part in our new production\n  How do you feel about playing a controversial negro?\"\n  \"Yeah, I'm wid it\n  You mean somebody like Huey P. Newton or H. Rap Brown, right?\"\n  \"Well, it's a servant character that chuckles a little bit, and sings\"\n  \"Yo, man, what? That's bullshit\"\n\n  \"Hey Cube, Kane, Flav, listen\n  I hope you ain't wastin' my time\n  You know how I feel about givin' these movies my money\n  Know what I'm sayin'? I work hard for it\"\n  \"Yo, man, it's gonna be dope, man\"\n  \"Chill, man\"\n  \"Hey, I'm chill chill, but you know what I'm sayin'\n  I just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n  \"Come on, man, it's cool\"\n\n  Ladies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation, Driving Miss Daisy\n  \"No, no, no\"\n  \"Bullshit, just what I'm talkin' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit\n  I'm outta here, man, it's bullshit\"\n  \"Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y'all want to go check that out?\"\n  \"That's the idea, we could have rolled with that from the get-go!\"\n  \"Fuck Hollywood, man\"\n"},{"id":6333328,"name":"Burn Hollywood Burn (feat. Ice Cube & Big Daddy Kane)","trackName":"Burn Hollywood Burn (feat. 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I work hard for it\"\n  start_ms: 139080\n  end_ms: 140060\n- text: '\"Yo, man, it''s gonna be dope, man\"'\n  start_ms: 140060\n  end_ms: 141960\n- text: '\"Chill, man\"'\n  start_ms: 141960\n  end_ms: 142540\n- text: '\"Hey, I''m chill chill, but you know what I''m sayin'''\n  start_ms: 142540\n  end_ms: 144150\n- text: I just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n  start_ms: 144150\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: '\"Come on, man, it''s cool\"'\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 148680\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation, Driving Miss Daisy\n  start_ms: 148680\n  end_ms: 153450\n- text: '\"No, no, no\"'\n  start_ms: 153450\n  end_ms: 154400\n- text: '\"Bullshit, just what I''m talkin'' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit'\n  start_ms: 154400\n  end_ms: 157830\n- text: I'm outta here, man, it's bullshit\"\n  start_ms: 157830\n  end_ms: 159580\n- text: '\"Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y''all want to go check that out?\"'\n  start_ms: 159580\n  end_ms: 163010\n- text: '\"That''s the idea, we could have rolled with that from the get-go!\"'\n  start_ms: 163010\n  end_ms: 165970\n- text: '\"Fuck Hollywood, man\"'\n  start_ms: 165970\n  end_ms: 167750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 167750\nplain: |-\n  Burn Hollywood burn, I smell a riot\n  Goin' on, first they're guilty, now they're gone\n  Yeah, I'll check out a movie\n  But it'll take a Black one to move me\n  Get me the hell away from this T.V\n  All this news and views are beneath me\n  So all I hear about is shots ringing out\n  About gangs putting each other's head out\n\n  So I rather kick some slang out\n  All right fellas, let's go hang out\n  Hollywood or would they not\n  Make us all look bad like I know they had\n  But some things I'll never forget, yeah\n  So step and fetch this shit\n  For all the years we looked like clowns\n  The joke is over, smell the smoke from all around\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Ice Cube is down with the P.E\n  Now every single bitch wanna see me\n  Big Daddy is smooth, word to mother\n  Let's check out a flick that exploits the color\n  Roaming through Hollywood late at night\n  Red and blue lights what a common sight\n  Pulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker\n  Don't fight the power, the motherfucker\n\n  As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard\n  Thinking how hard it was to those that starred\n  In the movies portraying the roles\n  Of butlers and maids, slaves and hoes\n  Many intelligent Black men seemed\n  To look uncivilized when on the screen\n  Like, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo\n  On the plantation, what else can a nigga do?\n\n  And Black women in this profession\n  As for playing a lawyer, out of the question\n  For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term\n  Even if now she got a perm\n  So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee\n  'Cause the roles being offered don't strike me\n  As nothing that the black man could use to earn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n  Burn Hollywood, burn\n\n  \"Now we're considering you for a part in our new production\n  How do you feel about playing a controversial negro?\"\n  \"Yeah, I'm wid it\n  You mean somebody like Huey P. Newton or H. Rap Brown, right?\"\n  \"Well, it's a servant character that chuckles a little bit, and sings\"\n  \"Yo, man, what? That's bullshit\"\n\n  \"Hey Cube, Kane, Flav, listen\n  I hope you ain't wastin' my time\n  You know how I feel about givin' these movies my money\n  Know what I'm sayin'? I work hard for it\"\n  \"Yo, man, it's gonna be dope, man\"\n  \"Chill, man\"\n  \"Hey, I'm chill chill, but you know what I'm sayin'\n  I just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n  \"Come on, man, it's cool\"\n\n  Ladies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation, Driving Miss Daisy\n  \"No, no, no\"\n  \"Bullshit, just what I'm talkin' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit\n  I'm outta here, man, it's bullshit\"\n  \"Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y'all want to go check that out?\"\n  \"That's the idea, we could have rolled with that from the get-go!\"\n  \"Fuck Hollywood, man\"\n"},{"id":14378396,"name":"Burn Hollywood Burn Ft. Ice Cube & Big Daddy Kane","trackName":"Burn Hollywood Burn Ft. 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end_ms: 19710\n- text: All right fellas let's go hang out\n  start_ms: 19710\n  end_ms: 22270\n- text: Hollywood or would they not\n  start_ms: 22270\n  end_ms: 23660\n- text: Make us all look bad like I know they had\n  start_ms: 23660\n  end_ms: 26370\n- text: But some things I'll never forget, yeah\n  start_ms: 26370\n  end_ms: 28430\n- text: So step and fetch this shit\n  start_ms: 28430\n  end_ms: 30150\n- text: For all the years we looked like clowns\n  start_ms: 30150\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: The joke is over -- smell the smoke from all around\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34530\n- text: Burn Hollywood burn\n  start_ms: 34530\n  end_ms: 51150\n- text: Ice Cube is down with the P.E\n  start_ms: 51150\n  end_ms: 52510\n- text: Now every single bitch wanna see me\n  start_ms: 52510\n  end_ms: 54200\n- text: Big Daddy is smooth word to muther\n  start_ms: 54200\n  end_ms: 56420\n- text: Let's check out a flick that exploits the color\n  start_ms: 56420\n  end_ms: 58920\n- text: Roaming through Hollywood late at night\n  start_ms: 58920\n  end_ms: 60840\n- text: Red and blue lights what a common sight\n  start_ms: 60840\n  end_ms: 62900\n- text: Pulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker\n  start_ms: 62900\n  end_ms: 64990\n- text: Don't fight the power...(gunshot).the mother fucker\n  start_ms: 64990\n  end_ms: 67580\n- text: As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard\n  start_ms: 67580\n  end_ms: 69650\n- text: Thinking how hard it was to those that starred\n  start_ms: 69650\n  end_ms: 71510\n- text: In the movies portraying the roles\n  start_ms: 71510\n  end_ms: 73030\n- text: Of butlers and maids, slaves and hoes\n  start_ms: 73030\n  end_ms: 75450\n- text: Many intelligent Black men seemed to look uncivilized\n  start_ms: 75450\n  end_ms: 78460\n- text: When on the screen\n  start_ms: 78460\n  end_ms: 79600\n- text: Like, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo\n  start_ms: 79600\n  end_ms: 81690\n- text: On the plantation, what else can a nigga do\n  start_ms: 81690\n  end_ms: 83800\n- text: And Black women in this profession\n  start_ms: 83800\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: As for playing a lawyer, out of the question\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87970\n- text: For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term\n  start_ms: 87970\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Even if now she got a perm\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 92290\n- text: So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee\n  start_ms: 92290\n  end_ms: 93490\n- text: Cause the roles being offered don't strike me\n  start_ms: 93490\n  end_ms: 97140\n- text: There's nothing that the black man could use to earn\n  start_ms: 97140\n  end_ms: 99910\n- text: Burn Hollywood burn\n  start_ms: 99910\n  end_ms: 105770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 105770\nplain: |-\n  Burn Hollywood Burn\n  Public Enemy\n\n  Burn Hollywood burn I smell a riot\n  Goin' on -- first they're guilty, now they're gone\n  Yeah I'll check out a movie\n  But it'll take a Black one to move me\n  Get me the hell away from this T.V\n  All this news and views are beneath me\n  So all I hear about is shots ringing out\n  About gangs putting each others head out\n  So I rather kick some slang out\n  All right fellas let's go hang out\n  Hollywood or would they not\n  Make us all look bad like I know they had\n  But some things I'll never forget, yeah\n  So step and fetch this shit\n  For all the years we looked like clowns\n  The joke is over -- smell the smoke from all around\n  Burn Hollywood burn\n\n  Ice Cube is down with the P.E\n  Now every single bitch wanna see me\n  Big Daddy is smooth word to muther\n  Let's check out a flick that exploits the color\n  Roaming through Hollywood late at night\n  Red and blue lights what a common sight\n  Pulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker\n  Don't fight the power...(gunshot).the mother fucker\n\n  As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard\n  Thinking how hard it was to those that starred\n  In the movies portraying the roles\n  Of butlers and maids, slaves and hoes\n  Many intelligent Black men seemed to look uncivilized\n  When on the screen\n  Like, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo\n  On the plantation, what else can a nigga do\n  And Black women in this profession\n  As for playing a lawyer, out of the question\n  For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term\n  Even if now she got a perm\n  So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee\n  Cause the roles being offered don't strike me\n  There's nothing that the black man could use to earn\n  Burn Hollywood burn\n"}]