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never even went and got his teeth fixed\n  Now you try to play me, bitch?\n\n  You try to fuckin' play me? 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J. Cole)","trackName":"Black Friday II (feat. J. Cole)","artistName":"Black Hippy feat. J. Cole","albumName":"Two","duration":428.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy jewelry now is wilder than the new year\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\nYeah\nTen toes to the ground\nYeah\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight these demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight them demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nIf I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\nSix head shots, I'll erode a nigga\nPop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\nAin't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\nDo a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\nGet you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\nShout out to the haters who promote a nigga\nFlow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\nBut I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\nKeep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\nTired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\nProbably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\nDon't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\nDreamville going way up like a floater nigga\nCouple hands out like I owe them niggas\nWhere was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\nNo snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n(Right there let me get that there\nTalk about it)\nFuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n(Talk about it)\nNada\n(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\nYou heard about what happens when you talk about it\nNiggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\nFucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\nRollercoaster ride\n(Start to doubt it too)\nHow much do it cost?\n(Start to doubt it)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n(Shoutout my nigga Ib)\nRollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n(El Presidente and shit)\n(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\nCole world you should stay off this dick\nI sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\nTook a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\nA nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\nBut I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\nThat's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\nCan't understand why niggas never got shit to do\nYou know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\nI never felt that, no way\nCause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\nSpit different flows hit different chicks\nLet my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\nWhy I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\nGot suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\nNever stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\nSo if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\nThe flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\nI never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\nThen lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\nWhat's the plan?\nCole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\nGot a middle finger for Uncle Sam\nI done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\nBut instead they make a young nigga fund the man\nSame man that keep a young nigga under, damn\nI just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\nOn a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\nIt's Cole fuckin' world nigga\nDreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n\"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\nBitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\nBut this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday II (feat. J. Cole)\n  artist: Black Hippy feat. J. Cole\n  album: Two\n  duration_ms: 428000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My jewelry now is wilder than the new year\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n  Yeah\n  Ten toes to the ground\n  Yeah\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight these demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight them demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\n  Six head shots, I'll erode a nigga\n  Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\n  Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\n  Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\n  Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\n  Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga\n  Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\n  But I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\n  Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\n  Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\n  Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\n  Don't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\n  Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga\n  Couple hands out like I owe them niggas\n  Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\n  No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  (Right there let me get that there\n  Talk about it)\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n  (Talk about it)\n  Nada\n  (If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\n  You heard about what happens when you talk about it\n  Niggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\n  Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\n  Rollercoaster ride\n  (Start to doubt it too)\n  How much do it cost?\n  (Start to doubt it)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  (Shoutout my nigga Ib)\n  Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n  (El Presidente and shit)\n  (He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  Cole world you should stay off this dick\n  I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\n  Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\n  A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\n  But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\n  That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\n  Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do\n  You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\n  I never felt that, no way\n  Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\n  Spit different flows hit different chicks\n  Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\n  Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\n  Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\n  Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\n  So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\n  The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\n  I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\n  Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\n  What's the plan?\n  Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\n  Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam\n  I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\n  But instead they make a young nigga fund the man\n  Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn\n  I just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\n  On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\n  It's Cole fuckin' world nigga\n  Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n  \"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\n  Bitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\n  But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...\n"},{"id":23294806,"name":"TKO (Black Friday Remix) (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T) (Black Friday Remix)","trackName":"TKO (Black Friday Remix) (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T) (Black Friday Remix)","artistName":"Justin Timberlake","albumName":"TKO (feat. J. 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Guy Fish in my bowtie\nJT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like showtime\nShe ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow\nOnce she trap you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: TKO (Black Friday Remix) (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T) (Black Friday Remix)\n  artist: Justin Timberlake\n  album: TKO (feat. J. 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Guy Fish in my bowtie\n  JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like showtime\n  She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow\n  Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!\n"},{"id":15196111,"name":"TKO (Black Friday Remix) (Black Friday Remix) (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T)","trackName":"TKO (Black Friday Remix) (Black Friday Remix) (feat. J. 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shorty, cause it sure is special\n  Cole to the rescue, never save a ho\n  Hoes like to hide their behavior though\n  Thought you was a down ass bitch\n  'til I found that shit a couple days ago\n  I was home alone, next thing I know\n  That long ass verse\n  From a song called \"Control\" was on\n  The room got nearer, the tune got clearer\n  That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\n  Girl, what is that, a ringtone\n  Shit, not you too\n  Man that hype done got you too\n  Everybody and their momma gassed\n  Even my momma asked what I'mma do\n  Decisions, decisions\n  In case this is war\n  Then I load up on all ammunition\n  If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\n  I'll make sure that nobody miss him\n  Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\n  I don't need you, I got me, bitch\n  Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch\n  Got a record deal\n  And a college degree, bitch\n  Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\n  And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\n  And after all that achievement\n  Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n  Now you try to play me, bitch?\n  You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\n  Had the game on lock, streets serenaded\n  Now you lame mothafuckas\n  Lookin' devastated\n  Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\n  Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\n  Fuck that shit, he that\n  He black, he don't like blacks\n  Fuck that shit, he wack\n  Fuck that shit he raps\n  Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\n  Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\n  Get up off my dick\n  The nonsense is synonymous with comments\n  From the blogs about\n  Menages with the gossips and the bosses\n  Fuck surprises\n  I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\n  Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\n  Besides it I'd deny the shit\n  Y'all should stop the shit\n  I'm the shit, not just kinda sick\n  The doc prescribed my shit\n  Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n  'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\n  To poppin' picks to poppin' tits\n  She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\n  Popular for compliments\n  Make it rain, she pop that shit\n  It boosts her confidence\n  Was supposed to stop this shit\n  But spit like I forgot some shit\n  Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\n  Peep my common sense\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  TKO\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  JT this like deja vu right?\n  All this album of the year talk\n  Niggas claiming they're the best out\n  I been hot since the Purple Tape\n  And this cuban's poking my chest out\n  They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\n  I'm stretched out\n  My name is my name, bitch\n  Until I'm gone and it's etched out\n  I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\n  Hairs and a messy bun\n  If I make her mine, I made her mind\n  She fall in line and we got some\n  Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\n  Alaïa skirt, Fendi work\n  Dress my baby like build-a-bear\n  Fuck you know about the type of rollie\n  Fuck you know about blowin' bands\n  Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\n  Holdin' hands\n  A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\n  I sold dope where I came from\n  And it's all dope what I made from it\n  No lie, know why?\n  Guy Fish in my bowtie\n  JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n  Like showtime\n  She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n  But she ain't slow\n  Once she trap you with the DA flow\n  It's lights out, TKO\n"},{"id":9695366,"name":"TKO (Black Friday remix)","trackName":"TKO (Black Friday remix)","artistName":"Justin Timberlake feat. 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shorty, cause it sure is special\n  Cole to the rescue, never save a ho\n  Hoes like to hide their behavior though\n  Thought you was a down ass bitch\n  'til I found that shit a couple days ago\n  I was home alone, next thing I know\n  That long ass verse\n  From a song called \"Control\" was on\n  The room got nearer, the tune got clearer\n  That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\n  Girl, what is that, a ringtone\n  Shit, not you too\n  Man that hype done got you too\n  Everybody and their momma gassed\n  Even my momma asked what I'mma do\n  Decisions, decisions\n  In case this is war\n  Then I load up on all ammunition\n  If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\n  I'll make sure that nobody miss him\n  Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\n  I don't need you, I got me, bitch\n  Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch\n  Got a record deal\n  And a college degree, bitch\n  Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\n  And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\n  And after all that achievement\n  Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n  Now you try to play me, bitch?\n  You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\n  Had the game on lock, streets serenaded\n  Now you lame mothafuckas\n  Lookin' devastated\n  Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\n  Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\n  Fuck that shit, he that\n  He black, he don't like blacks\n  Fuck that shit, he wack\n  Fuck that shit he raps\n  Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\n  Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\n  Get up off my dick\n  The nonsense is synonymous with comments\n  From the blogs about\n  Menages with the gossips and the bosses\n  Fuck surprises\n  I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\n  Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\n  Besides it I'd deny the shit\n  Y'all should stop the shit\n  I'm the shit, not just kinda sick\n  The doc prescribed my shit\n  Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n  'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\n  To poppin' picks to poppin' tits\n  She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\n  Popular for compliments\n  Make it rain, she pop that shit\n  It boosts her confidence\n  Was supposed to stop this shit\n  But spit like I forgot some shit\n  Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\n  Peep my common sense\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  TKO\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  JT this like deja vu right?\n  All this album of the year talk\n  Niggas claiming they're the best out\n  I been hot since the Purple Tape\n  And this cuban's poking my chest out\n  They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\n  I'm stretched out\n  My name is my name, bitch\n  Until I'm gone and it's etched out\n  I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\n  Hairs and a messy bun\n  If I make her mine, I made her mind\n  She fall in line and we got some\n  Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\n  Alaïa skirt, Fendi work\n  Dress my baby like build-a-bear\n  Fuck you know about the type of rollie\n  Fuck you know about blowin' bands\n  Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\n  Holdin' hands\n  A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\n  I sold dope where I came from\n  And it's all dope what I made from it\n  No lie, know why?\n  Guy Fish in my bowtie\n  JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n  Like showtime\n  She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n  But she ain't slow\n  Once she trap you with the DA flow\n  It's lights out, TKO\n"},{"id":12305478,"name":"Black Friday II (feat. J","trackName":"Black Friday II (feat. J","artistName":"Black Hippy, J. Cole","albumName":"Two","duration":428.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy jewelry now is wilder than the new year\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\nYeah\nTen toes to the ground\nYeah\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight these demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight them demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nIf I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\nSix head shots, I'll erode a nigga\nPop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\nAin't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\nDo a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\nGet you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\nShout out to the haters who promote a nigga\nFlow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\nBut I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\nKeep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\nTired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\nProbably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\nDon't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\nDreamville going way up like a floater nigga\nCouple hands out like I owe them niggas\nWhere was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\nNo snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n(Right there let me get that there\nTalk about it)\nFuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n(Talk about it)\nNada\n(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\nYou heard about what happens when you talk about it\nNiggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\nFucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\nRollercoaster ride\n(Start to doubt it too)\nHow much do it cost?\n(Start to doubt it)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n(Shoutout my nigga Ib)\nRollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n(El Presidente and shit)\n(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\nCole world you should stay off this dick\nI sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\nTook a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\nA nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\nBut I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\nThat's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\nCan't understand why niggas never got shit to do\nYou know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\nI never felt that, no way\nCause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\nSpit different flows hit different chicks\nLet my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\nWhy I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\nGot suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\nNever stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\nSo if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\nThe flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\nI never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\nThen lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\nWhat's the plan?\nCole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\nGot a middle finger for Uncle Sam\nI done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\nBut instead they make a young nigga fund the man\nSame man that keep a young nigga under, damn\nI just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\nOn a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\nIt's Cole fuckin' world nigga\nDreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n\"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\nBitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\nBut this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday II (feat. J\n  artist: Black Hippy, J. Cole\n  album: Two\n  duration_ms: 428000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My jewelry now is wilder than the new year\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n  Yeah\n  Ten toes to the ground\n  Yeah\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight these demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight them demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\n  Six head shots, I'll erode a nigga\n  Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\n  Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\n  Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\n  Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\n  Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga\n  Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\n  But I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\n  Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\n  Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\n  Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\n  Don't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\n  Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga\n  Couple hands out like I owe them niggas\n  Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\n  No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  (Right there let me get that there\n  Talk about it)\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n  (Talk about it)\n  Nada\n  (If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\n  You heard about what happens when you talk about it\n  Niggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\n  Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\n  Rollercoaster ride\n  (Start to doubt it too)\n  How much do it cost?\n  (Start to doubt it)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  (Shoutout my nigga Ib)\n  Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n  (El Presidente and shit)\n  (He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  Cole world you should stay off this dick\n  I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\n  Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\n  A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\n  But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\n  That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\n  Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do\n  You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\n  I never felt that, no way\n  Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\n  Spit different flows hit different chicks\n  Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\n  Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\n  Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\n  Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\n  So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\n  The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\n  I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\n  Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\n  What's the plan?\n  Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\n  Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam\n  I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\n  But instead they make a young nigga fund the man\n  Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn\n  I just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\n  On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\n  It's Cole fuckin' world nigga\n  Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n  \"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\n  Bitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\n  But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...\n"},{"id":9007936,"name":"TKO (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T) (Black Friday Remix)","trackName":"TKO (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T) (Black Friday Remix)","artistName":"Justin Timberlake","albumName":"TKO (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T) (Black Friday Remix)","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I don't understand it\nTell me how could you be so low?\n(And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe\n\nBlood thicker than water, right\nFuck bitches, they all alike\nStand up nigga\nNot the falling type\nHeart blacker than a Harlem night\nTil I met you, they say the devil wear Prada\nBut I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you\nDamn look at that body\nShort bus shorty, cause it sure is special\nCole to the rescue, never save a ho\nHoes like to hide their behavior though\nThought you was a down ass bitch\n'til I found that shit a couple days ago\nI was home alone, next thing I know\nThat long ass verse\nFrom a song called \"Control\" was on\nThe room got nearer, the tune got clearer\nThat's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\nGirl, what is that, a ringtone\nShit, not you too\nMan that hype done got you too\nEverybody and their momma gassed\nEven my momma asked what I'mma do\nDecisions, decisions\nIn case this is war\nThen I load up on all ammunition\nIf a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\nI'll make sure that nobody miss him\nNow pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\nI don't need you, I got me, bitch\nSame nigga moved to NYC, bitch\nGot a record deal\nAnd a college degree, bitch\nTwo gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\nAnd I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\nAnd after all that achievement\nReal nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\nNow you try to play me, bitch?\nYou try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out\n\nTKO\nI don't understand it\nTell me how could you be so low\nYou've been swinging after the bell\nAnd after all of the whistle blows\nTried to go below the belt\nThrough my chest, perfect hit to the dome\nDammit babe\n\nAll hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\nHad the game on lock, streets serenaded\nNow you lame mothafuckas\nLookin' devastated\nBet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\nFuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\nFuck that shit, he that\nHe black, he don't like blacks\nFuck that shit, he wack\nFuck that shit he raps\nFuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\nFuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\nGet up off my dick\nThe nonsense is synonymous with comments\nFrom the blogs about\nMenages with the gossips and the bosses\nFuck surprises\nI'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\nIs a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\nBesides it I'd deny the shit\nY'all should stop the shit\nI'm the shit, not just kinda sick\nThe doc prescribed my shit\nCock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\nTo poppin' picks to poppin' tits\nShe pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\nPopular for compliments\nMake it rain, she pop that shit\nIt boosts her confidence\nWas supposed to stop this shit\nBut spit like I forgot some shit\nForgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\nPeep my common sense\n\nTKO\nI don't understand it\nTell me how could you be so low\nTKO\nYou've been swinging after the bell\nAnd after all of the whistle blows\nTried to go below the belt\nThrough my chest, perfect hit to the dome\nDammit babe\n\nJT this like deja vu right?\nAll this album of the year talk\nNiggas claiming they're the best out\nI been hot since the Purple Tape\nAnd this cuban's poking my chest out\nThey keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\nI'm stretched out\nMy name is my name, bitch\nUntil I'm gone and it's etched out\nI been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\nHairs and a messy bun\nIf I make her mine, I made her mind\nShe fall in line and we got some\nMemoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\nAlaïa skirt, Fendi work\nDress my baby like build-a-bear\nFuck you know about the type of rollie\nFuck you know about blowin' bands\nBezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\nHoldin' hands\nA1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\nI sold dope where I came from\nAnd it's all dope what I made from it\nNo lie, know why?\nGuy Fish in my bowtie\nJT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\nLike showtime\nShe ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\nBut she ain't slow\nOnce she trap you with the DA flow\nIt's lights out, TKO","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] I don't understand it\n[00:01.66] Tell me how could you be so low?\n[00:04.75] (And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe\n[00:15.16] Blood thicker than water, right\n[00:16.92] Fuck bitches, they all alike\n[00:18.69] Stand up nigga\n[00:19.04] Not the falling type\n[00:20.35] Heart blacker than a Harlem night\n[00:21.84] Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada\n[00:23.48] But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you\n[00:25.33] Damn look at that body\n[00:26.62] Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special\n[00:28.54] Cole to the rescue, never save a ho\n[00:30.70] Hoes like to hide their behavior though\n[00:32.48] Thought you was a down ass bitch\n[00:33.27] 'til I found that shit a couple days ago\n[00:35.23] I was home alone, next thing I know\n[00:36.73] That long ass verse\n[00:37.42] From a song called \"Control\" was on\n[00:39.01] The room got nearer, the tune got clearer\n[00:40.69] That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\n[00:42.21] Girl, what is that, a ringtone\n[00:43.43] Shit, not you too\n[00:44.97] Man that hype done got you too\n[00:46.65] Everybody and their momma gassed\n[00:47.72] Even my momma asked what I'mma do\n[00:49.22] Decisions, decisions\n[00:50.58] In case this is war\n[00:51.39] Then I load up on all ammunition\n[00:53.10] If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\n[00:54.83] I'll make sure that nobody miss him\n[00:56.26] Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\n[00:58.16] I don't need you, I got me, bitch\n[01:00.09] Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch\n[01:01.62] Got a record deal\n[01:02.48] And a college degree, bitch\n[01:03.58] Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\n[01:05.16] And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\n[01:06.94] And after all that achievement\n[01:08.33] Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n[01:10.14] Now you try to play me, bitch?\n[01:12.47] You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out\n[01:16.75] TKO\n[01:25.49] I don't understand it\n[01:26.88] Tell me how could you be so low\n[01:31.53] You've been swinging after the bell\n[01:33.56] And after all of the whistle blows\n[01:37.80] Tried to go below the belt\n[01:40.37] Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n[01:44.68] Dammit babe\n[01:53.01] All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\n[01:56.57] Had the game on lock, streets serenaded\n[01:59.90] Now you lame mothafuckas\n[02:01.55] Lookin' devastated\n[02:03.04] Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\n[02:06.45] Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\n[02:08.77] Fuck that shit, he that\n[02:10.37] He black, he don't like blacks\n[02:11.54] Fuck that shit, he wack\n[02:13.07] Fuck that shit he raps\n[02:14.27] Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\n[02:16.48] Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\n[02:18.94] Get up off my dick\n[02:20.14] The nonsense is synonymous with comments\n[02:22.18] From the blogs about\n[02:23.46] Menages with the gossips and the bosses\n[02:25.72] Fuck surprises\n[02:26.98] I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\n[02:30.43] Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\n[02:34.06] Besides it I'd deny the shit\n[02:36.20] Y'all should stop the shit\n[02:37.67] I'm the shit, not just kinda sick\n[02:39.83] The doc prescribed my shit\n[02:41.06] Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n[02:44.46] 'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\n[02:46.31] To poppin' picks to poppin' tits\n[02:47.99] She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\n[02:49.73] Popular for compliments\n[02:52.02] Make it rain, she pop that shit\n[02:53.67] It boosts her confidence\n[02:55.42] Was supposed to stop this shit\n[02:56.53] But spit like I forgot some shit\n[02:58.34] Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\n[03:00.73] Peep my common sense\n[03:01.89] TKO\n[03:02.79] I don't understand it\n[03:04.19] Tell me how could you be so low\n[03:08.16] TKO\n[03:09.06] You've been swinging after the bell\n[03:10.83] And after all of the whistle blows\n[03:15.14] Tried to go below the belt\n[03:17.64] Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n[03:22.02] Dammit babe\n[03:25.07] JT this like deja vu right?\n[03:29.88] All this album of the year talk\n[03:31.50] Niggas claiming they're the best out\n[03:33.34] I been hot since the Purple Tape\n[03:34.80] And this cuban's poking my chest out\n[03:36.87] They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\n[03:39.26] I'm stretched out\n[03:40.17] My name is my name, bitch\n[03:41.87] Until I'm gone and it's etched out\n[03:43.83] I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\n[03:45.90] Hairs and a messy bun\n[03:47.03] If I make her mine, I made her mind\n[03:48.80] She fall in line and we got some\n[03:50.72] Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\n[03:54.23] Alaïa skirt, Fendi work\n[03:55.84] Dress my baby like build-a-bear\n[03:57.74] Fuck you know about the type of rollie\n[03:59.31] Fuck you know about blowin' bands\n[04:01.16] Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\n[04:03.78] Holdin' hands\n[04:04.66] A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\n[04:07.99] I sold dope where I came from\n[04:09.67] And it's all dope what I made from it\n[04:11.45] No lie, know why?\n[04:13.38] Guy Fish in my bowtie\n[04:15.04] JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n[04:17.02] Like showtime\n[04:18.52] She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n[04:20.88] But she ain't slow\n[04:21.97] Once she trap you with the DA flow\n[04:23.44] It's lights out, TKO","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: TKO (feat. 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shorty, cause it sure is special\n  Cole to the rescue, never save a ho\n  Hoes like to hide their behavior though\n  Thought you was a down ass bitch\n  'til I found that shit a couple days ago\n  I was home alone, next thing I know\n  That long ass verse\n  From a song called \"Control\" was on\n  The room got nearer, the tune got clearer\n  That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\n  Girl, what is that, a ringtone\n  Shit, not you too\n  Man that hype done got you too\n  Everybody and their momma gassed\n  Even my momma asked what I'mma do\n  Decisions, decisions\n  In case this is war\n  Then I load up on all ammunition\n  If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\n  I'll make sure that nobody miss him\n  Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\n  I don't need you, I got me, bitch\n  Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch\n  Got a record deal\n  And a college degree, bitch\n  Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\n  And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\n  And after all that achievement\n  Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n  Now you try to play me, bitch?\n  You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\n  Had the game on lock, streets serenaded\n  Now you lame mothafuckas\n  Lookin' devastated\n  Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\n  Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\n  Fuck that shit, he that\n  He black, he don't like blacks\n  Fuck that shit, he wack\n  Fuck that shit he raps\n  Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\n  Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\n  Get up off my dick\n  The nonsense is synonymous with comments\n  From the blogs about\n  Menages with the gossips and the bosses\n  Fuck surprises\n  I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\n  Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\n  Besides it I'd deny the shit\n  Y'all should stop the shit\n  I'm the shit, not just kinda sick\n  The doc prescribed my shit\n  Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n  'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\n  To poppin' picks to poppin' tits\n  She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\n  Popular for compliments\n  Make it rain, she pop that shit\n  It boosts her confidence\n  Was supposed to stop this shit\n  But spit like I forgot some shit\n  Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\n  Peep my common sense\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  TKO\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  JT this like deja vu right?\n  All this album of the year talk\n  Niggas claiming they're the best out\n  I been hot since the Purple Tape\n  And this cuban's poking my chest out\n  They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\n  I'm stretched out\n  My name is my name, bitch\n  Until I'm gone and it's etched out\n  I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\n  Hairs and a messy bun\n  If I make her mine, I made her mind\n  She fall in line and we got some\n  Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\n  Alaïa skirt, Fendi work\n  Dress my baby like build-a-bear\n  Fuck you know about the type of rollie\n  Fuck you know about blowin' bands\n  Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\n  Holdin' hands\n  A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\n  I sold dope where I came from\n  And it's all dope what I made from it\n  No lie, know why?\n  Guy Fish in my bowtie\n  JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n  Like showtime\n  She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n  But she ain't slow\n  Once she trap you with the DA flow\n  It's lights out, TKO\n"},{"id":39498246,"name":"TKO (Black Friday Remix) (feat. 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And after all that achievement\n  Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n  Now you try to play me, bitch?\n  You try to fuckin' play me? 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bowtie\n  start_ms: 253490\n  end_ms: 254630\n- text: JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n  start_ms: 254630\n  end_ms: 256670\n- text: Like showtime\n  start_ms: 256670\n  end_ms: 259060\n- text: She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n  start_ms: 259060\n  end_ms: 261150\n- text: But she ain't slow\n  start_ms: 261150\n  end_ms: 262430\n- text: Once she trap you with the DA flow\n  start_ms: 262430\n  end_ms: 263350\n- text: It's lights out, TKO\n  start_ms: 263350\n  end_ms: 265040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 265040\nplain: |-\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low?\n  (And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe\n\n  Blood thicker than water, right\n  Fuck bitches, they all alike\n  Stand up nigga\n  Not the falling type\n  Heart blacker than a Harlem night\n  Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada\n  But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you\n  Damn look at that body\n  Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special\n  Cole to the rescue, never save a ho\n  Hoes like to hide their behavior though\n  Thought you was a down ass bitch\n  'Til I found that shit a couple days ago\n  I was home alone, next thing I know\n  That long ass verse\n  From a song called \"Control\" was on\n  The room got nearer, the tune got clearer\n  That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\n  Girl, what is that, a ringtone\n  Shit, not you too\n  Man that hype done got you too\n  Everybody and their momma gassed\n  Even my momma asked what I'mma do\n  Decisions, decisions\n  In case this is war\n  Then I load up on all ammunition\n  If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\n  I'll make sure that nobody miss him\n  Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\n  I don't need you, I got me, bitch\n  Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch\n  Got a record deal\n  And a college degree, bitch\n  Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\n  And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\n  And after all that achievement\n  Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n  Now you try to play me, bitch?\n  You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\n  Had the game on lock, streets serenaded\n  Now you lame mothafuckas\n  Lookin' devastated\n  Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\n  Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\n  Fuck that shit, he that\n  He black, he don't like blacks\n  Fuck that shit, he wack\n  Fuck that shit he raps\n  Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\n  Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\n  Get up off my dick\n  The nonsense is synonymous with comments\n  From the blogs about\n  Menages with the gossips and the bosses\n  Fuck surprises\n  I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\n  Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\n  Besides it I'd deny the shit\n  Y'all should stop the shit\n  I'm the shit, not just kinda sick\n  The doc prescribed my shit\n  Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n  'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\n  To poppin' picks to poppin' tits\n  She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\n  Popular for compliments\n  Make it rain, she pop that shit\n  It boosts her confidence\n  Was supposed to stop this shit\n  But spit like I forgot some shit\n  Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\n  Peep my common sense\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  TKO\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  JT this like deja vu right?\n  All this album of the year talk\n  Niggas claiming they're the best out\n  I been hot since the Purple Tape\n  And this cuban's poking my chest out\n  They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\n  I'm stretched out\n  My name is my name, bitch\n  Until I'm gone and it's etched out\n  I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\n  Hairs and a messy bun\n  If I make her mine, I made her mind\n  She fall in line and we got some\n  Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\n  Alaïa skirt, Fendi work\n  Dress my baby like build-a-bear\n  Fuck you know about the type of rollie\n  Fuck you know about blowin' bands\n  Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\n  Holdin' hands\n  A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\n  I sold dope where I came from\n  And it's all dope what I made from it\n  No lie, know why?\n  Guy Fish in my bowtie\n  JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n  Like showtime\n  She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n  But she ain't slow\n  Once she trap you with the DA flow\n  It's lights out, TKO\n"},{"id":9222185,"name":"Black Friday II (feat. J. Cole)","trackName":"Black Friday II (feat. J. Cole)","artistName":"Black Hippy","albumName":"Two","duration":429.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy jewelry now is wilder than the new year\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\nYeah\nTen toes to the ground\nYeah\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight these demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight them demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nIf I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\nSix head shots, I'll erode a nigga\nPop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\nAin't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\nDo a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\nGet you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\nShout out to the haters who promote a nigga\nFlow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\nBut I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\nKeep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\nTired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\nProbably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\nDon't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\nDreamville going way up like a floater nigga\nCouple hands out like I owe them niggas\nWhere was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\nNo snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n(Right there let me get that there\nTalk about it)\nFuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n(Talk about it)\nNada\n(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\nYou heard about what happens when you talk about it\nNiggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\nFucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\nRollercoaster ride\n(Start to doubt it too)\nHow much do it cost?\n(Start to doubt it)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n(Shoutout my nigga Ib)\nRollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n(El Presidente and shit)\n(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\nCole world you should stay off this dick\nI sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\nTook a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\nA nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\nBut I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\nThat's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\nCan't understand why niggas never got shit to do\nYou know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\nI never felt that, no way\nCause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\nSpit different flows hit different chicks\nLet my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\nWhy I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\nGot suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\nNever stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\nSo if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\nThe flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\nI never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\nThen lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\nWhat's the plan?\nCole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\nGot a middle finger for Uncle Sam\nI done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\nBut instead they make a young nigga fund the man\nSame man that keep a young nigga under, damn\nI just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\nOn a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\nIt's Cole fuckin' world nigga\nDreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n\"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\nBitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\nBut this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday II (feat. J. Cole)\n  artist: Black Hippy\n  album: Two\n  duration_ms: 429000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My jewelry now is wilder than the new year\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n  Yeah\n  Ten toes to the ground\n  Yeah\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight these demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight them demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\n  Six head shots, I'll erode a nigga\n  Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\n  Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\n  Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\n  Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\n  Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga\n  Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\n  But I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\n  Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\n  Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\n  Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\n  Don't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\n  Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga\n  Couple hands out like I owe them niggas\n  Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\n  No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  (Right there let me get that there\n  Talk about it)\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n  (Talk about it)\n  Nada\n  (If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\n  You heard about what happens when you talk about it\n  Niggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\n  Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\n  Rollercoaster ride\n  (Start to doubt it too)\n  How much do it cost?\n  (Start to doubt it)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  (Shoutout my nigga Ib)\n  Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n  (El Presidente and shit)\n  (He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  Cole world you should stay off this dick\n  I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\n  Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\n  A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\n  But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\n  That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\n  Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do\n  You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\n  I never felt that, no way\n  Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\n  Spit different flows hit different chicks\n  Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\n  Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\n  Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\n  Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\n  So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\n  The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\n  I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\n  Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\n  What's the plan?\n  Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\n  Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam\n  I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\n  But instead they make a young nigga fund the man\n  Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn\n  I just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\n  On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\n  It's Cole fuckin' world nigga\n  Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n  \"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\n  Bitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\n  But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...\n"},{"id":16134874,"name":"Black Friday II (feat. J. Cole)","trackName":"Black Friday II (feat. J. Cole)","artistName":"Black Hippy","albumName":"7:09","duration":428.36,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy jewelry now is wilder than the new year\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\nYeah\nTen toes to the ground\nYeah\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight these demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight them demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nIf I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\nSix head shots, I'll erode a nigga\nPop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\nAin't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\nDo a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\nGet you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\nShout out to the haters who promote a nigga\nFlow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\nBut I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\nKeep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\nTired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\nProbably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\nDon't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\nDreamville going way up like a floater nigga\nCouple hands out like I owe them niggas\nWhere was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\nNo snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n(Right there let me get that there\nTalk about it)\nFuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n(Talk about it)\nNada\n(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\nYou heard about what happens when you talk about it\nNiggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\nFucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\nRollercoaster ride\n(Start to doubt it too)\nHow much do it cost?\n(Start to doubt it)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n(Shoutout my nigga Ib)\nRollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n(El Presidente and shit)\n(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\nCole world you should stay off this dick\nI sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\nTook a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\nA nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\nBut I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\nThat's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\nCan't understand why niggas never got shit to do\nYou know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\nI never felt that, no way\nCause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\nSpit different flows hit different chicks\nLet my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\nWhy I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\nGot suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\nNever stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\nSo if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\nThe flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\nI never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\nThen lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\nWhat's the plan?\nCole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\nGot a middle finger for Uncle Sam\nI done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\nBut instead they make a young nigga fund the man\nSame man that keep a young nigga under, damn\nI just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\nOn a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\nIt's Cole fuckin' world nigga\nDreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n\"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\nBitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\nBut this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday II (feat. J. Cole)\n  artist: Black Hippy\n  album: 7:09\n  duration_ms: 428360\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My jewelry now is wilder than the new year\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n  Yeah\n  Ten toes to the ground\n  Yeah\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight these demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight them demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\n  Six head shots, I'll erode a nigga\n  Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\n  Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\n  Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\n  Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\n  Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga\n  Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\n  But I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\n  Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\n  Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\n  Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\n  Don't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\n  Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga\n  Couple hands out like I owe them niggas\n  Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\n  No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  (Right there let me get that there\n  Talk about it)\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n  (Talk about it)\n  Nada\n  (If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\n  You heard about what happens when you talk about it\n  Niggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\n  Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\n  Rollercoaster ride\n  (Start to doubt it too)\n  How much do it cost?\n  (Start to doubt it)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  (Shoutout my nigga Ib)\n  Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n  (El Presidente and shit)\n  (He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  Cole world you should stay off this dick\n  I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\n  Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\n  A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\n  But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\n  That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\n  Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do\n  You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\n  I never felt that, no way\n  Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\n  Spit different flows hit different chicks\n  Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\n  Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\n  Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\n  Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\n  So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\n  The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\n  I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\n  Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\n  What's the plan?\n  Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\n  Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam\n  I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\n  But instead they make a young nigga fund the man\n  Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn\n  I just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\n  On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\n  It's Cole fuckin' world nigga\n  Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n  \"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\n  Bitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\n  But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...\n"},{"id":9380352,"name":"TKO (Black Friday remix) (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T)","trackName":"TKO (Black Friday remix) (feat. J. 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I ought to knock your ass out\n\nTKO\nI don't understand it\nTell me how could you be so low\nYou've been swinging after the bell\nAnd after all of the whistle blows\nTried to go below the belt\nThrough my chest, perfect hit to the dome\nDammit babe\n\nAll hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\nHad the game on lock, streets serenaded\nNow you lame mothafuckas\nLookin' devastated\nBet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\nFuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\nFuck that shit, he that\nHe black, he don't like blacks\nFuck that shit, he wack\nFuck that shit he raps\nFuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\nFuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\nGet up off my dick\nThe nonsense is synonymous with comments\nFrom the blogs about\nMenages with the gossips and the bosses\nFuck surprises\nI'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\nIs a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\nBesides it I'd deny the shit\nY'all should stop the shit\nI'm the shit, not just kinda sick\nThe doc prescribed my shit\nCock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\nTo poppin' picks to poppin' tits\nShe pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\nPopular for compliments\nMake it rain, she pop that shit\nIt boosts her confidence\nWas supposed to stop this shit\nBut spit like I forgot some shit\nForgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\nPeep my common sense\n\nTKO\nI don't understand it\nTell me how could you be so low\nTKO\nYou've been swinging after the bell\nAnd after all of the whistle blows\nTried to go below the belt\nThrough my chest, perfect hit to the dome\nDammit babe\n\nJT this like deja vu right?\nAll this album of the year talk\nNiggas claiming they're the best out\nI been hot since the Purple Tape\nAnd this cuban's poking my chest out\nThey keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\nI'm stretched out\nMy name is my name, bitch\nUntil I'm gone and it's etched out\nI been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\nHairs and a messy bun\nIf I make her mine, I made her mind\nShe fall in line and we got some\nMemoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\nAlaïa skirt, Fendi work\nDress my baby like build-a-bear\nFuck you know about the type of rollie\nFuck you know about blowin' bands\nBezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\nHoldin' hands\nA1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\nI sold dope where I came from\nAnd it's all dope what I made from it\nNo lie, know why?\nGuy Fish in my bowtie\nJT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\nLike showtime\nShe ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\nBut she ain't slow\nOnce she trap you with the DA flow\nIt's lights out, TKO","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] I don't understand it\n[00:01.68] Tell me how could you be so low?\n[00:04.29] (And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe\n[00:15.10] Blood thicker than water, right\n[00:16.93] Fuck bitches, they all alike\n[00:18.56] Stand up nigga\n[00:19.26] Not the falling type\n[00:20.49] Heart blacker than a Harlem night\n[00:21.92] Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada\n[00:23.68] But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you\n[00:25.38] Damn look at that body\n[00:26.66] Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special\n[00:28.53] Cole to the rescue, never save a ho\n[00:30.83] Hoes like to hide their behavior though\n[00:32.54] Thought you was a down ass bitch\n[00:33.68] 'til I found that shit a couple days ago\n[00:35.45] I was home alone, next thing I know\n[00:36.89] That long ass verse\n[00:37.58] From a song called \"Control\" was on\n[00:39.03] The room got nearer, the tune got clearer\n[00:40.67] That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\n[00:42.30] Girl, what is that, a ringtone\n[00:43.67] Shit, not you too\n[00:44.98] Man that hype done got you too\n[00:46.71] Everybody and their momma gassed\n[00:47.97] Even my momma asked what I'mma do\n[00:49.40] Decisions, decisions\n[00:50.75] In case this is war\n[00:51.44] Then I load up on all ammunition\n[00:53.15] If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\n[00:55.17] I'll make sure that nobody miss him\n[00:56.37] Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\n[00:58.34] I don't need you, I got me, bitch\n[01:00.17] Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch\n[01:01.77] Got a record deal\n[01:02.48] And a college degree, bitch\n[01:03.43] Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\n[01:05.03] And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\n[01:07.18] And after all that achievement\n[01:08.46] Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n[01:10.22] Now you try to play me, bitch?\n[01:14.37] You try to fuckin' play me? 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shorty, cause it sure is special\n  Cole to the rescue, never save a ho\n  Hoes like to hide their behavior though\n  Thought you was a down ass bitch\n  'til I found that shit a couple days ago\n  I was home alone, next thing I know\n  That long ass verse\n  From a song called \"Control\" was on\n  The room got nearer, the tune got clearer\n  That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\n  Girl, what is that, a ringtone\n  Shit, not you too\n  Man that hype done got you too\n  Everybody and their momma gassed\n  Even my momma asked what I'mma do\n  Decisions, decisions\n  In case this is war\n  Then I load up on all ammunition\n  If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\n  I'll make sure that nobody miss him\n  Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\n  I don't need you, I got me, bitch\n  Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch\n  Got a record deal\n  And a college degree, bitch\n  Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\n  And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\n  And after all that achievement\n  Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n  Now you try to play me, bitch?\n  You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\n  Had the game on lock, streets serenaded\n  Now you lame mothafuckas\n  Lookin' devastated\n  Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\n  Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\n  Fuck that shit, he that\n  He black, he don't like blacks\n  Fuck that shit, he wack\n  Fuck that shit he raps\n  Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\n  Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\n  Get up off my dick\n  The nonsense is synonymous with comments\n  From the blogs about\n  Menages with the gossips and the bosses\n  Fuck surprises\n  I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\n  Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\n  Besides it I'd deny the shit\n  Y'all should stop the shit\n  I'm the shit, not just kinda sick\n  The doc prescribed my shit\n  Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n  'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\n  To poppin' picks to poppin' tits\n  She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\n  Popular for compliments\n  Make it rain, she pop that shit\n  It boosts her confidence\n  Was supposed to stop this shit\n  But spit like I forgot some shit\n  Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\n  Peep my common sense\n\n  TKO\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  TKO\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  JT this like deja vu right?\n  All this album of the year talk\n  Niggas claiming they're the best out\n  I been hot since the Purple Tape\n  And this cuban's poking my chest out\n  They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\n  I'm stretched out\n  My name is my name, bitch\n  Until I'm gone and it's etched out\n  I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\n  Hairs and a messy bun\n  If I make her mine, I made her mind\n  She fall in line and we got some\n  Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\n  Alaïa skirt, Fendi work\n  Dress my baby like build-a-bear\n  Fuck you know about the type of rollie\n  Fuck you know about blowin' bands\n  Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\n  Holdin' hands\n  A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\n  I sold dope where I came from\n  And it's all dope what I made from it\n  No lie, know why?\n  Guy Fish in my bowtie\n  JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n  Like showtime\n  She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n  But she ain't slow\n  Once she trap you with the DA flow\n  It's lights out, TKO\n"},{"id":26712808,"name":"Shook Ones","trackName":"Shook Ones","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole","albumName":"Black Friday","duration":225.072,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"...\nyeah\nyeah, look how i came up\nyeah, ey, look how i came up\nnigga\ney look mama i came up\ncold as hell in new york but i flame up\nstraight up of that dirty type of shit you cannot plane up a dollar and drink the only thing i had to brink up now any nigga out there gunning for me gotta aim up.\nsay what\nniggas ask what the field be like just tellem that it's real\nhoping that feel me right, im so bright i close m eyes and i can still light, im so live that you motherfuckers gotta kill me twice\nman i promise\ni murdering classics paying","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shook Ones\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 225072\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  ...\n  yeah\n  yeah, look how i came up\n  yeah, ey, look how i came up\n  nigga\n  ey look mama i came up\n  cold as hell in new york but i flame up\n  straight up of that dirty type of shit you cannot plane up a dollar and drink the only thing i had to brink up now any nigga out there gunning for me gotta aim up.\n  say what\n  niggas ask what the field be like just tellem that it's real\n  hoping that feel me right, im so bright i close m eyes and i can still light, im so live that you motherfuckers gotta kill me twice\n  man i promise\n  i murdering classics paying\n"},{"id":10178048,"name":"Black Friday II","trackName":"Black Friday II","artistName":"Black Hippy feat. J. Cole","albumName":"Two","duration":428.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy jewelry now is wilder than the new year\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\nYeah\nTen toes to the ground\nYeah\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight these demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight them demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nIf I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\nSix head shots, I'll erode a nigga\nPop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\nAin't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\nDo a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\nGet you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\nShout out to the haters who promote a nigga\nFlow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\nBut I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\nKeep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\nTired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\nProbably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\nDon't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\nDreamville going way up like a floater nigga\nCouple hands out like I owe them niggas\nWhere was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\nNo snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n(Right there let me get that there\nTalk about it)\nFuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n(Talk about it)\nNada\n(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\nYou heard about what happens when you talk about it\nNiggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\nFucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\nRollercoaster ride\n(Start to doubt it too)\nHow much do it cost?\n(Start to doubt it)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n(Shoutout my nigga Ib)\nRollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n(El Presidente and shit)\n(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\nCole world you should stay off this dick\nI sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\nTook a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\nA nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\nBut I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\nThat's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\nCan't understand why niggas never got shit to do\nYou know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\nI never felt that, no way\nCause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\nSpit different flows hit different chicks\nLet my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\nWhy I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\nGot suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\nNever stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\nSo if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\nThe flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\nI never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\nThen lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\nWhat's the plan?\nCole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\nGot a middle finger for Uncle Sam\nI done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\nBut instead they make a young nigga fund the man\nSame man that keep a young nigga under, damn\nI just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\nOn a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\nIt's Cole fuckin' world nigga\nDreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n\"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\nBitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\nBut this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday II\n  artist: Black Hippy feat. J. Cole\n  album: Two\n  duration_ms: 428000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My jewelry now is wilder than the new year\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n  Yeah\n  Ten toes to the ground\n  Yeah\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight these demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight them demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\n  Six head shots, I'll erode a nigga\n  Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\n  Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\n  Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\n  Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\n  Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga\n  Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\n  But I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\n  Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\n  Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\n  Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\n  Don't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\n  Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga\n  Couple hands out like I owe them niggas\n  Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\n  No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  (Right there let me get that there\n  Talk about it)\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n  (Talk about it)\n  Nada\n  (If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\n  You heard about what happens when you talk about it\n  Niggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\n  Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\n  Rollercoaster ride\n  (Start to doubt it too)\n  How much do it cost?\n  (Start to doubt it)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  (Shoutout my nigga Ib)\n  Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n  (El Presidente and shit)\n  (He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  Cole world you should stay off this dick\n  I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\n  Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\n  A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\n  But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\n  That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\n  Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do\n  You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\n  I never felt that, no way\n  Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\n  Spit different flows hit different chicks\n  Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\n  Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\n  Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\n  Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\n  So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\n  The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\n  I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\n  Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\n  What's the plan?\n  Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\n  Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam\n  I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\n  But instead they make a young nigga fund the man\n  Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn\n  I just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\n  On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\n  It's Cole fuckin' world nigga\n  Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n  \"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\n  Bitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\n  But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...\n"},{"id":10178055,"name":"Black Friday II","trackName":"Black Friday II","artistName":"Black Hippy feat. Cole, J.","albumName":"Two","duration":428.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy jewelry now is wilder than the new year\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\nYeah\nTen toes to the ground\nYeah\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight these demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight them demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nIf I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\nSix head shots, I'll erode a nigga\nPop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\nAin't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\nDo a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\nGet you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\nShout out to the haters who promote a nigga\nFlow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\nBut I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\nKeep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\nTired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\nProbably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\nDon't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\nDreamville going way up like a floater nigga\nCouple hands out like I owe them niggas\nWhere was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\nNo snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n(Right there let me get that there\nTalk about it)\nFuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n(Talk about it)\nNada\n(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\nYou heard about what happens when you talk about it\nNiggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\nFucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\nRollercoaster ride\n(Start to doubt it too)\nHow much do it cost?\n(Start to doubt it)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n(Shoutout my nigga Ib)\nRollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n(El Presidente and shit)\n(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\nCole world you should stay off this dick\nI sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\nTook a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\nA nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\nBut I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\nThat's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\nCan't understand why niggas never got shit to do\nYou know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\nI never felt that, no way\nCause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\nSpit different flows hit different chicks\nLet my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\nWhy I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\nGot suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\nNever stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\nSo if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\nThe flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\nI never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\nThen lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\nWhat's the plan?\nCole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\nGot a middle finger for Uncle Sam\nI done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\nBut instead they make a young nigga fund the man\nSame man that keep a young nigga under, damn\nI just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\nOn a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\nIt's Cole fuckin' world nigga\nDreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n\"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\nBitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\nBut this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday II\n  artist: Black Hippy feat. Cole, J.\n  album: Two\n  duration_ms: 428000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My jewelry now is wilder than the new year\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n  Yeah\n  Ten toes to the ground\n  Yeah\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight these demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight them demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\n  Six head shots, I'll erode a nigga\n  Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\n  Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\n  Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\n  Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\n  Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga\n  Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\n  But I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\n  Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\n  Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\n  Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\n  Don't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\n  Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga\n  Couple hands out like I owe them niggas\n  Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\n  No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  (Right there let me get that there\n  Talk about it)\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n  (Talk about it)\n  Nada\n  (If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\n  You heard about what happens when you talk about it\n  Niggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\n  Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\n  Rollercoaster ride\n  (Start to doubt it too)\n  How much do it cost?\n  (Start to doubt it)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  (Shoutout my nigga Ib)\n  Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n  (El Presidente and shit)\n  (He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  Cole world you should stay off this dick\n  I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\n  Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\n  A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\n  But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\n  That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\n  Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do\n  You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\n  I never felt that, no way\n  Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\n  Spit different flows hit different chicks\n  Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\n  Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\n  Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\n  Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\n  So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\n  The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\n  I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\n  Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\n  What's the plan?\n  Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\n  Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam\n  I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\n  But instead they make a young nigga fund the man\n  Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn\n  I just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\n  On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\n  It's Cole fuckin' world nigga\n  Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n  \"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\n  Bitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\n  But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...\n"},{"id":5386134,"name":"Black Friday (feat. Kendrick Lamar)","trackName":"Black Friday (feat. Kendrick Lamar)","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"Unreleased","duration":428.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy jewelry now is wilder than the new year\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\nYeah\nTen toes to the ground\nYeah\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight these demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight them demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nIf I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\nSix head shots, I'll erode a nigga\nPop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\nAin't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\nDo a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\nGet you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\nShout out to the haters who promote a nigga\nFlow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\nBut I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\nKeep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\nTired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\nProbably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\nDon't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\nDreamville going way up like a floater nigga\nCouple hands out like I owe them niggas\nWhere was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\nNo snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n(Right there let me get that there\nTalk about it)\nFuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n(Talk about it)\nNada\n(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\nYou heard about what happens when you talk about it\nNiggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\nFucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\nRollercoaster ride\n(Start to doubt it too)\nHow much do it cost?\n(Start to doubt it)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n(Shoutout my nigga Ib)\nRollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n(El Presidente and shit)\n(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\nCole world you should stay off this dick\nI sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\nTook a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\nA nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\nBut I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\nThat's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\nCan't understand why niggas never got shit to do\nYou know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\nI never felt that, no way\nCause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\nSpit different flows hit different chicks\nLet my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\nWhy I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\nGot suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\nNever stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\nSo if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\nThe flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\nI never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\nThen lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\nWhat's the plan?\nCole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\nGot a middle finger for Uncle Sam\nI done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\nBut instead they make a young nigga fund the man\nSame man that keep a young nigga under, damn\nI just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\nOn a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\nIt's Cole fuckin' world nigga\nDreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n\"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\nBitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\nBut this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday (feat. Kendrick Lamar)\n  artist: J. Cole\n  album: Unreleased\n  duration_ms: 428000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My jewelry now is wilder than the new year\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n  Yeah\n  Ten toes to the ground\n  Yeah\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight these demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\n  Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\n  No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\n  I got a better way to fight them demons\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\n  Six head shots, I'll erode a nigga\n  Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\n  Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\n  Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\n  Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\n  Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga\n  Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\n  But I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\n  Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\n  Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\n  Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\n  Don't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\n  Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga\n  Couple hands out like I owe them niggas\n  Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\n  No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  (Right there let me get that there\n  Talk about it)\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n  (Talk about it)\n  Nada\n  (If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\n  You heard about what happens when you talk about it\n  Niggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\n  Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\n  Rollercoaster ride\n  (Start to doubt it too)\n  How much do it cost?\n  (Start to doubt it)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  (Shoutout my nigga Ib)\n  Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n  (El Presidente and shit)\n  (He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\n  If I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n  Cole world you should stay off this dick\n  I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\n  Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\n  A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\n  But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\n  That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\n  Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do\n  You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\n  I never felt that, no way\n  Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\n  Spit different flows hit different chicks\n  Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\n  Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\n  Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\n  Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\n  So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\n  The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\n  I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\n  Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\n  What's the plan?\n  Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\n  Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam\n  I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\n  But instead they make a young nigga fund the man\n  Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn\n  I just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\n  On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\n  It's Cole fuckin' world nigga\n  Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n  \"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\n  Bitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\n  But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...\n"},{"id":26473146,"name":"Tko (Black Friday Remix) (Feat. Justin Timberlake)","trackName":"Tko (Black Friday Remix) (Feat. Justin Timberlake)","artistName":"J. 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mention, in my closet\n  start_ms: 146970\n  end_ms: 150130\n- text: Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\n  start_ms: 150130\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: Besides it I'd deny the shit\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 155740\n- text: Y'all should stop the shit\n  start_ms: 155740\n  end_ms: 157460\n- text: I'm the shit, not just kinda sick\n  start_ms: 157460\n  end_ms: 159570\n- text: The doc prescribed my shit\n  start_ms: 159570\n  end_ms: 160890\n- text: Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n  start_ms: 160890\n  end_ms: 164280\n- text: '''Fore poppin'' shit, from popular'\n  start_ms: 164280\n  end_ms: 165320\n- text: To poppin' picks to poppin' tits\n  start_ms: 165320\n  end_ms: 167820\n- text: She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\n  start_ms: 167820\n  end_ms: 169680\n- text: Popular for compliments\n  start_ms: 169680\n  end_ms: 171580\n- text: Make it rain, she pop that shit\n  start_ms: 171580\n  end_ms: 173600\n- text: It boosts her confidence\n  start_ms: 173600\n  end_ms: 175300\n- text: Was supposed to stop this shit\n  start_ms: 175300\n  end_ms: 176660\n- text: But spit like I forgot some shit\n  start_ms: 176660\n  end_ms: 178330\n- text: Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\n  start_ms: 178330\n  end_ms: 180960\n- text: Peep my common sense\n  start_ms: 180960\n  end_ms: 182420\n- text: TKO, I don't understand it\n  start_ms: 182420\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tell me how could you be so low\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 187550\n- text: You've been swinging after the bell\n  start_ms: 187550\n  end_ms: 190980\n- text: And after all of the whistle blows\n  start_ms: 190980\n  end_ms: 194770\n- text: Tried to go below the belt\n  start_ms: 194770\n  end_ms: 197360\n- text: Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  start_ms: 197360\n  end_ms: 202070\n- text: Dammit babe\n  start_ms: 202070\n  end_ms: 204660\n- text: This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore\n  start_ms: 204660\n  end_ms: 205420\n- text: TKO\n  start_ms: 205420\n  end_ms: 206110\n- text: JT this like deja vu right?\n  start_ms: 206110\n  end_ms: 207650\n- text: All this album of the year talk\n  start_ms: 207650\n  end_ms: 211440\n- text: Niggas claiming they're the best out\n  start_ms: 211440\n  end_ms: 213180\n- text: I been hot since the Purple Tape\n  start_ms: 213180\n  end_ms: 214650\n- text: And this cuban's poking my chest out\n  start_ms: 214650\n  end_ms: 216390\n- text: They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\n  start_ms: 216390\n  end_ms: 219120\n- text: I'm stretched out\n  start_ms: 219120\n  end_ms: 220180\n- text: My name is my name, bitch\n  start_ms: 220180\n  end_ms: 221830\n- text: Until I'm gone and it's etched out\n  start_ms: 221830\n  end_ms: 223680\n- text: I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\n  start_ms: 223680\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Hairs and a messy bun\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 227030\n- text: If I make her mine, I made her mind\n  start_ms: 227030\n  end_ms: 228770\n- text: She fall in line and we got some\n  start_ms: 228770\n  end_ms: 230270\n- text: Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\n  start_ms: 230270\n  end_ms: 233850\n- text: Alaïa skirt, Fendi work\n  start_ms: 233850\n  end_ms: 235960\n- text: Dress my baby like build-a-bear\n  start_ms: 235960\n  end_ms: 237460\n- text: Fuck you know about the type of rollie\n  start_ms: 237460\n  end_ms: 239350\n- text: Fuck you know about blowin' bands\n  start_ms: 239350\n  end_ms: 240860\n- text: Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\n  start_ms: 240860\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: Holdin' hands\n  start_ms: 243620\n  end_ms: 244590\n- text: A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\n  start_ms: 244590\n  end_ms: 247730\n- text: I sold dope where I came from\n  start_ms: 247730\n  end_ms: 249650\n- text: And it's all dope what I made from it\n  start_ms: 249650\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: No lie, know why?\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: Guy Fish in my bowtie\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 254730\n- text: JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n  start_ms: 254730\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: Like showtime\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 258840\n- text: She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n  start_ms: 258840\n  end_ms: 261110\n- text: But she ain't slow\n  start_ms: 261110\n  end_ms: 262080\n- text: Once she trap you with the DA flow\n  start_ms: 262080\n  end_ms: 263570\n- text: It's lights out, TKO\n  start_ms: 263570\n  end_ms: 266120\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266120\nplain: |-\n  I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low?\n  (And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe\n\n  Blood thicker than water, right\n  Fuck bitches, they all alike\n  Stand up nigga\n  Not the falling type\n  Heart blacker than a Harlem night\n  Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada\n  But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you\n  Damn look at that body\n  Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special\n  Cole to the rescue, never save a ho\n  Hoes like to hide their behavior though\n  Thought you was a down ass bitch\n  'til I found that shit a couple days ago\n  I was home alone, next thing I know\n  That long ass verse\n  From a song called \"Control\" was on\n  The room got nearer, the tune got clearer\n  That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone\n  Girl, what is that, a ringtone\n  Shit, not you too\n  Man that hype done got you too\n  Everybody and their momma gassed\n  Even my momma asked what I'mma do\n  Decisions, decisions\n  In case this is war\n  Then I load up on all ammunition\n  If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto\n  I'll make sure that nobody miss him\n  Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me\n  I don't need you, I got me, bitch\n  Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch\n  Got a record deal\n  And a college degree, bitch\n  Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks\n  And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch\n  And after all that achievement\n  Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed\n  Now you try to play me, bitch?\n\n  You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out\n\n  TKO, I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it\n  Had the game on lock, streets serenaded\n\n  Now you lame mothafuckas\n  Lookin' devastated\n  Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it\n  Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this\n  Fuck that shit, he that\n  He black, he don't like blacks\n  Fuck that shit, he wack\n  Fuck that shit he raps\n  Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch\n  Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit\n  Get up off my dick\n  The nonsense is synonymous with comments\n  From the blogs about\n  Menages with the gossips and the bosses\n  Fuck surprises\n  I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet\n  Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it\n  Besides it I'd deny the shit\n  Y'all should stop the shit\n  I'm the shit, not just kinda sick\n  The doc prescribed my shit\n  Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit\n  'Fore poppin' shit, from popular\n  To poppin' picks to poppin' tits\n  She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny\n  Popular for compliments\n  Make it rain, she pop that shit\n  It boosts her confidence\n  Was supposed to stop this shit\n  But spit like I forgot some shit\n  Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you\n\n  Peep my common sense\n  TKO, I don't understand it\n  Tell me how could you be so low\n\n  You've been swinging after the bell\n  And after all of the whistle blows\n  Tried to go below the belt\n  Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome\n  Dammit babe\n\n  This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore\n  TKO\n  JT this like deja vu right?\n  All this album of the year talk\n\n  Niggas claiming they're the best out\n  I been hot since the Purple Tape\n  And this cuban's poking my chest out\n  They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair\n  I'm stretched out\n  My name is my name, bitch\n  Until I'm gone and it's etched out\n  I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby\n  Hairs and a messy bun\n  If I make her mine, I made her mind\n  She fall in line and we got some\n  Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire\n  Alaïa skirt, Fendi work\n  Dress my baby like build-a-bear\n  Fuck you know about the type of rollie\n  Fuck you know about blowin' bands\n  Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it\n  Holdin' hands\n  A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung\n  I sold dope where I came from\n  And it's all dope what I made from it\n  No lie, know why?\n  Guy Fish in my bowtie\n  JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby\n  Like showtime\n  She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her\n  But she ain't slow\n  Once she trap you with the DA flow\n  It's lights out, TKO\n"}]