[{"id":31201264,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"Jay-Z Collection","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew that he was a special child\nThey say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\nSo on that note I'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop your so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike\nExcept the first and fifteenth pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\nYou learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\nAnd niggas get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this was the stress I live with til I decided\nTo try this rap shit for a living\nI pray I'm forgiven\nFor every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played\nCause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\nThis is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.91] And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n[00:32.54] They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n[00:35.82] So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n[00:38.29] So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n[00:41.32] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:44.05] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n[00:46.63] Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n[00:48.67] Which makes me\n[00:49.68] A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n[00:51.84] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.76] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.39] I gave her her first real scare\n[00:58.68] I made it from birth and I got here\n[01:00.07] She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n[01:01.48] I ain't perfect I care\n[01:02.73] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n[01:05.45] Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.22] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.89] I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.48] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.29] Hold on\n[01:16.94] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.93] He was into sports\n[01:21.80] And a funny story is\n[01:23.45] At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n[01:27.32] A two wheeler at that\n[01:29.26] Isn't that special?\n[01:31.51] But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n[01:37.83] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n[01:39.11] And my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.54] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n[01:43.52] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:45.68] Got on my pimp game\n[01:46.73] Fuck the world my defense came\n[01:48.89] Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.21] Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n[01:53.25] I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.51] My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n[01:59.18] My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n[02:01.91] Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.51] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.19] Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.96] I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.59] That came second to me moving this crack\n[02:14.81] Gimme a second I swear\n[02:15.92] I will say about my rap career\n[02:17.70] Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.81] Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n[02:47.44] And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n[02:49.49] No two days are alike\n[02:50.93] Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n[02:52.81] And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.54] Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n[02:58.11] And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n[03:00.87] You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n[03:03.84] And niggas get tied up for product\n[03:05.58] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.48] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.13] And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n[03:11.71] To try this rap shit for a living\n[03:13.64] I pray I'm forgiven\n[03:14.66] For every bad decision I made\n[03:16.28] Every sister I played\n[03:17.49] Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.63] And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n[03:22.25] This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:27.61] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:30.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:32.93] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.88] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:38.30] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:41.04] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:43.72] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: Jay-Z\n  album: Jay-Z Collection\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 7610\n- text: Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n  start_ms: 7610\n  end_ms: 11080\n- text: He was the 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end_ms: 212930\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 212930\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 218300\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 218300\n  end_ms: 221040\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 221040\n  end_ms: 223720\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 223720\nplain: |-\n  Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n  He was the last of my four children\n  The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n  And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n  They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n  So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n  So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n  Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n  Which makes me\n  A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare\n  I made it from birth and I got here\n  She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  I ain't perfect I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n  Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports\n  And a funny story is\n  At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n  A two wheeler at that\n  Isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  And my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game\n  Fuck the world my defense came\n  Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n  I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n  And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n  My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n  Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me moving this crack\n  Gimme a second I swear\n  I will say about my rap career\n  Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n  Good-bye\n  Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n  Beating on the table and rapping\n  And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I bought him a boom box\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n  And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike\n  Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n  And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n  And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n  You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n  And niggas get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  To try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n"},{"id":31917149,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"Jay Z -  live from madisons","duration":85.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew that he was a special child\nThey say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\nSo on that note I'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop your so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike\nExcept the first and fifteenth pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\nYou learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\nAnd niggas get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this was the stress I live with til I decided\nTo try this rap shit for a living\nI pray I'm forgiven\nFor every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played\nCause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\nThis is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.91] And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n[00:32.54] They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n[00:35.82] So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n[00:38.29] So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n[00:41.32] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:44.05] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n[00:46.63] Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n[00:48.67] Which makes me\n[00:49.68] A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n[00:51.84] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.76] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.39] I gave her her first real scare\n[00:58.68] I made it from birth and I got here\n[01:00.07] She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n[01:01.48] I ain't perfect I care\n[01:02.73] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n[01:05.45] Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.22] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.89] I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.48] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.29] Hold on\n[01:16.94] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.93] He was into sports\n[01:21.80] And a funny story is\n[01:23.45] At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n[01:27.32] A two wheeler at that\n[01:29.26] Isn't that special?\n[01:31.51] But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n[01:37.83] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n[01:39.11] And my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.54] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n[01:43.52] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:45.68] Got on my pimp game\n[01:46.73] Fuck the world my defense came\n[01:48.89] Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.21] Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n[01:53.25] I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.51] My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n[01:59.18] My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n[02:01.91] Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.51] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.19] Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.96] I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.59] That came second to me moving this crack\n[02:14.81] Gimme a second I swear\n[02:15.92] I will say about my rap career\n[02:17.70] Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.81] Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n[02:47.44] And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n[02:49.49] No two days are alike\n[02:50.93] Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n[02:52.81] And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.54] Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n[02:58.11] And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n[03:00.87] You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n[03:03.84] And niggas get tied up for product\n[03:05.58] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.48] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.13] And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n[03:11.71] To try this rap shit for a living\n[03:13.64] I pray I'm forgiven\n[03:14.66] For every bad decision I made\n[03:16.28] Every sister I played\n[03:17.49] Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.63] And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n[03:22.25] This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:27.61] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:30.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:32.93] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.88] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:38.30] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:41.04] If you can't respect that your whole 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the last of my four children\n  The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n  And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n  They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n  So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n  So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n  Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n  Which makes me\n  A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare\n  I made it from birth and I got here\n  She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  I ain't perfect I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n  Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports\n  And a funny story is\n  At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n  A two wheeler at that\n  Isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  And my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game\n  Fuck the world my defense came\n  Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n  I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n  And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n  My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n  Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me moving this crack\n  Gimme a second I swear\n  I will say about my rap career\n  Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n  Good-bye\n  Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n  Beating on the table and rapping\n  And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I bought him a boom box\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n  And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike\n  Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n  And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n  And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n  You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n  And niggas get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  To try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n"},{"id":29136196,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"JAY‐Z","albumName":"Jay-Z at Studio One","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n\n\"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me, is it something that I've done again?\nYou look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me\".\n\nThey say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\nSo on that note I'm leavin after this song\nSee you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\nWho made love under the sycamore tree\nWhich makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\nShe knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\nNow I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\n\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports, and a funny story is\nAt four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\nA two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\nThen the Haven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\nAnd all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\nMy self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\nGot a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me movin this crack\nGive me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\nShawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\nAnd umm, into the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I brought him a boombox\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\nGoodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\nAt you in the drop, you so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\nAnd trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought could define a man when the well dries up\nYou learn the worth of water\nWithout work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\nAnd niggaz get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this is the stress I lived with\n'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\nI pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\nThis is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nNow if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.06] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.07] Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n[00:10.92] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.21] The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.61] And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n[00:20.44] \"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:27.16] Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n[00:30.22] You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:32.62] Tell me\".\n[00:32.93] They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n[00:35.51] So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n[00:37.97] See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n[00:41.02] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:43.73] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n[00:46.33] Who made love under the sycamore tree\n[00:48.58] Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n[00:51.85] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.29] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.34] I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n[00:59.99] She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n[01:02.27] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n[01:05.18] Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.39] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.60] I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.13] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.17] Hold on\n[01:16.36] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.36] He was into sports, and a funny story is\n[01:23.21] At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n[01:26.94] A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n[01:30.72] But, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n[01:37.17] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.11] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\n[01:43.45] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:44.98] Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n[01:48.33] Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.09] Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.25] My gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\n[01:58.91] My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\n[02:01.68] Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.27] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.09] Supposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.81] I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.40] That came second to me movin this crack\n[02:14.82] Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n[02:17.79] 'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n[02:20.76] Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.82] And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.53] And then I brought him a boombox\n[02:31.35] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.60] But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n[02:40.61] Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.04] Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\n[02:47.00] At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n[02:48.84] No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n[02:52.42] And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.47] Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n[02:57.91] And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n[03:00.43] You learn the worth of water\n[03:02.22] Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\n[03:03.63] And niggaz get tied up for product\n[03:05.71] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.64] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.28] And this is the stress I lived with\n[03:10.80] 'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\n[03:13.78] I pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\n[03:16.48] Every sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.85] And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\n[03:22.54] This is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.49] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:28.04] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:29.91] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:33.19] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.35] Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:38.82] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:40.92] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:43.84] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black.\n[04:26.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: JAY‐Z\n  album: Jay-Z at Studio One\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  start_ms: 5060\n  end_ms: 7070\n- text: Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n  start_ms: 7070\n  end_ms: 10920\n- text: He was the last of my four children\n  start_ms: 10920\n  end_ms: 13210\n- text: The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n  start_ms: 13210\n  end_ms: 17610\n- text: And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n  start_ms: 17610\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: '\"Hi baby, what''s wrong? 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You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n  You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me\".\n\n  They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n  So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n  See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n  Who made love under the sycamore tree\n  Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n  She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n  Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports, and a funny story is\n  At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n  A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n  Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\n  And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\n  My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\n  Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me movin this crack\n  Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n  'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\n  Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n  And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I brought him a boombox\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\n  Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\n  At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n  And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n  And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n  You learn the worth of water\n  Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\n  And niggaz get tied up for product\n  And 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Bl","duration":85.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew that he was a special child\nThey say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\nSo on that note I'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop your so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike\nExcept the first and fifteenth pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\nYou learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\nAnd niggas get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this was the stress I live with til I decided\nTo try this rap shit for a living\nI pray I'm forgiven\nFor every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played\nCause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\nThis is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The only one who 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is in and I'm in the in crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n[01:59.18] My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n[02:01.91] Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.51] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.19] Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.96] I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.59] That came second to me moving this crack\n[02:14.81] Gimme a second I swear\n[02:15.92] I will say about my rap career\n[02:17.70] Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the 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Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game 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wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.91] And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n[00:32.54] They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n[00:35.82] So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n[00:38.29] So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n[00:41.32] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:44.05] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n[00:46.63] Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n[00:48.67] Which makes me\n[00:49.68] A more sicker emcee than my momma would 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up\n[01:37.83] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n[01:39.11] And my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.54] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n[01:43.52] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:45.68] Got on my pimp game\n[01:46.73] Fuck the world my defense came\n[01:48.89] Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.21] Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n[01:53.25] I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.51] My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n[01:59.18] My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n[02:01.91] Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.51] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.19] Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.96] I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.59] That came second to me moving this crack\n[02:14.81] Gimme a second I swear\n[02:15.92] I will say about my rap career\n[02:17.70] Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.81] Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n[02:47.44] And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n[02:49.49] No two days are alike\n[02:50.93] Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n[02:52.81] And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.54] Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n[02:58.11] And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n[03:00.87] You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n[03:03.84] And niggas get tied up for product\n[03:05.58] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.48] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.13] And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n[03:11.71] To try this rap shit for a living\n[03:13.64] I pray I'm forgiven\n[03:14.66] For every bad decision I made\n[03:16.28] Every sister I played\n[03:17.49] Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.63] And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n[03:22.25] This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:27.61] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:30.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:32.93] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.88] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:38.30] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:41.04] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:43.72] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black","lyricsfile":"version: 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'em\n  And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  To try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n"},{"id":17507207,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"JAY‐Z","albumName":"Clinton Sparks Presents: Jay-Z: Live Concert on Smash","duration":270.628571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds, 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one\nWho didn't give me any pain when\nI gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew\nThat he was a special child\nThey say\n\"They never really miss you 'til you're\nDead or you're gone.\"\nSo on that note\nI'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you\nWhy I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves\nWho made love under the sycamore tree\nWhich makes me a more sicker MC\nAnd my momma would claim\nAt 10 pounds, when I was born\nI didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years\nI gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made up for birth when I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect, I care\nBut I feel worthless 'cause my shirts\nWasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface\nCause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school, got good grades\nCould behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that\nWould raise when confronted\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports, and a funny story is at 4\nHe taught himself how to ride a bike\nA two-wheeler at that, isn't that special?\nBut I noticed a change in him\nWhen me and my husband broke up\nNow, all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match\nThe pain of my pops not seeing me\nSo, with that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world, my defense came\nThen DeHaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to 'caine, I'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd\nAnd all the wavy light-skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self-esteem went through the roof, man\nI got my swag\nGot a Volvo from this girl\nWhen her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma\nWith cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly, knowing nobody paid Jaz wack-ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself; by the way\nI could rap\nBut that came second to me moving this crack\n\"Gimme a second\nI swear,\" I would say about my rap career\n'Til '96 came, niggas, I'm here; goodbye!\nShawn used to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping until\nThe wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said\nHe would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way\nTo keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGoodbye to the game\nAll the spoils\nThe adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in the spot\nKnowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop, you're so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike except the first\nAnd fifteenth, pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\nAnd the drought will define a man\nWhen the well dries up\nYou learn the worth of water without work\nYou thirst 'til you die, yup!\nAnd niggas get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers' ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this was the stress I lived with\n'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a living\nI pray I'm forgiven\nFor every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played\n'Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody's fault\nI made the decisions I made\nThis is the life I chose, or rather\nThe life that chose me\nIf you can't respect that\nYour whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that\nYour whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nNow if you can't respect that\nYour whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that\nYour whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: JAY‐Z\n  album: 'Clinton Sparks Presents: Jay-Z: Live Concert on Smash'\n  duration_ms: 270629\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  Weighing in at 10 pounds, 8 ounces\n  He was the last of my four children\n  The only one\n  Who didn't give me any pain when\n  I gave birth to him\n  And that's how I knew\n  That he was a special child\n  They say\n  \"They never really miss you 'til you're\n  Dead or you're gone.\"\n  So on that note\n  I'm leaving after this song\n  So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  At least let me tell you\n  Why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves\n  Who made love under the sycamore tree\n  Which makes me a more sicker MC\n  And my momma would claim\n  At 10 pounds, when I was born\n  I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years\n  I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare\n  I made up for birth when I got here\n  She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  I ain't perfect, I care\n  But I feel worthless 'cause my shirts\n  Wasn't matching my gear\n  Now I'm just scratching the surface\n  Cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school, got good grades\n  Could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that\n  Would raise when confronted\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports, and a funny story is at 4\n  He taught himself how to ride a bike\n  A two-wheeler at that, isn't that special?\n  But I noticed a change in him\n  When me and my husband broke up\n  Now, all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  And my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match\n  The pain of my pops not seeing me\n  So, with that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game\n  Fuck the world, my defense came\n  Then DeHaven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine, I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd\n  And all the wavy light-skinned girls is loving me now\n  My self-esteem went through the roof, man\n  I got my swag\n  Got a Volvo from this girl\n  When her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma\n  With cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly, knowing nobody paid Jaz wack-ass\n  I'm getting ahead of myself; by the way\n  I could rap\n  But that came second to me moving this crack\n  \"Gimme a second\n  I swear,\" I would say about my rap career\n  'Til '96 came, niggas, I'm here; goodbye!\n  Shawn used to be in the kitchen\n  Beating on the table and rapping until\n  The wee hours of the morning\n  And then I bought him a boom box\n  And his sisters and brothers said\n  He would drive them nuts\n  But that was my way\n  To keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  Goodbye to the game\n  All the spoils\n  The adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils you in the spot\n  Knowing cops could rush\n  And you in a drop, you're so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike except the first\n  And fifteenth, pretty much\n  And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n  And the drought will define a man\n  When the well dries up\n  You learn the worth of water without work\n  You thirst 'til you die, yup!\n  And niggas get tied up for product\n  And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this was the stress I lived with\n  'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  'Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody's fault\n  I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose, or rather\n  The life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that\n  Your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that\n  Your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  Now if you can't respect that\n  Your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that\n  Your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade\n"},{"id":29175675,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"DJ Infamous-Family Business (Kanye West & Jay-Z Remixed)","duration":124.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew that he was a special child\nThey say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\nSo on that note I'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from 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light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop your so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike\nExcept the first and fifteenth pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers we don't 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what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me, is it something that I've done again?\nYou look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me\".\n\nThey say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\nSo on that note I'm leavin after this song\nSee you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\nWho made love under the sycamore tree\nWhich makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\nShe knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\nNow I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\n\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports, and a funny story is\nAt four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\nA two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\nThen the Haven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\nAnd all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\nMy self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\nGot a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me movin this crack\nGive me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\nShawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\nAnd umm, into the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I brought him a boombox\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\nGoodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\nAt you in the drop, you so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\nAnd trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought could define a man when the well dries up\nYou learn the worth of water\nWithout work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\nAnd niggaz get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this is the stress I lived with\n'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\nI pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\nThis is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nNow if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.06]Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.07]Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n[00:10.92]He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.21]The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.61]And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n[00:20.44]\"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:27.16]Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n[00:30.22]You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:32.62]Tell me\".\n[00:32.93]They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n[00:35.51]So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n[00:37.97]See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n[00:41.02]At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:43.73]I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n[00:46.33]Who made love under the sycamore tree\n[00:48.58]Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n[00:51.85]At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.29]Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.34]I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n[00:59.99]She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n[01:02.27]But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n[01:05.18]Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.39]Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.60]I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.13]But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.17]Hold on\n[01:16.36]Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.36]He was into sports, and a funny story is\n[01:23.21]At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n[01:26.94]A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n[01:30.72]But, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n[01:37.17]Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.11]Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\n[01:43.45]With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:44.98]Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n[01:48.33]Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.09]Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; 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You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n  You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me\".\n\n  They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n  So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n  See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n  Who made love under the sycamore tree\n  Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n  She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n  Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school, got good grades, 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I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me movin this crack\n  Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n  'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\n  Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n  And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I brought him a boombox\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\n  Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\n  At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n  And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n  And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n  You learn the worth of water\n  Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\n  And niggaz get tied up for product\n  And 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Jay-Z","duration":139.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew that he was a special child\nThey say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\nSo on that note I'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop your so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike\nExcept the first and fifteenth pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\nYou learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\nAnd niggas get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this was the stress I live with til I decided\nTo try this rap shit for a living\nI pray I'm forgiven\nFor every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played\nCause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\nThis is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.91] And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n[00:32.54] They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n[00:35.82] So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n[00:38.29] So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n[00:41.32] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:44.05] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n[00:46.63] Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n[00:48.67] Which makes me\n[00:49.68] A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n[00:51.84] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.76] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.39] I gave her her first real scare\n[00:58.68] I made it from birth and I got here\n[01:00.07] She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n[01:01.48] I ain't perfect I care\n[01:02.73] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n[01:05.45] Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.22] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.89] I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.48] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.29] Hold on\n[01:16.94] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.93] He was into sports\n[01:21.80] And a funny story is\n[01:23.45] At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n[01:27.32] A two wheeler at that\n[01:29.26] Isn't that special?\n[01:31.51] But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n[01:37.83] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n[01:39.11] And my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.54] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n[01:43.52] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:45.68] Got on my pimp game\n[01:46.73] Fuck the world my defense came\n[01:48.89] Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.21] Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n[01:53.25] I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.51] My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n[01:59.18] My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n[02:01.91] Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.51] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.19] Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.96] I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.59] That came second to me moving this crack\n[02:14.81] Gimme a second I swear\n[02:15.92] I will say about my rap career\n[02:17.70] Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.81] Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n[02:47.44] And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n[02:49.49] No two days are alike\n[02:50.93] Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n[02:52.81] And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.54] Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n[02:58.11] And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n[03:00.87] You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n[03:03.84] And niggas get tied up for product\n[03:05.58] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.48] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.13] And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n[03:11.71] To try this rap shit for a living\n[03:13.64] I pray I'm forgiven\n[03:14.66] For every bad decision I made\n[03:16.28] Every sister I played\n[03:17.49] Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.63] And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n[03:22.25] This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:27.61] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:30.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:32.93] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.88] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:38.30] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:41.04] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:43.72] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: Jay-Z\n  album: 'There Can Be Only One: The Real Best Of Jay-Z'\n  duration_ms: 139000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 7610\n- text: Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n  start_ms: 7610\n  end_ms: 11080\n- text: He was the last of my four children\n  start_ms: 11080\n  end_ms: 13500\n- text: The only 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sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare\n  I made it from birth and I got here\n  She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  I ain't perfect I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n  Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports\n  And a funny story is\n  At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n  A two wheeler at that\n  Isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  And my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game\n  Fuck the world my defense came\n  Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n  I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n  And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n  My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n  Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me moving this crack\n  Gimme a second I swear\n  I will say about my rap career\n  Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n  Good-bye\n  Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n  Beating on the table and rapping\n  And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I bought him a boom box\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n  And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike\n  Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n  And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n  And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n  You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n  And niggas get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  To try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n"},{"id":28047595,"name":"December 4th (Produced By Just Blaze)","trackName":"December 4th (Produced By Just Blaze)","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"Jay-Z  - The Black Album","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n\n\"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me, is it something that I've done again?\nYou look like, you've lost your best friend, tell me\"\n\nThey say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\nSo on that note I'm leavin after this song\nSee you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves\nWho made love under the sycamore tree\nWhich makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\nShe knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\nNow I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\n\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports, and a funny story is\nAt four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\nA two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him, when me and my husband, broke up\n\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\nThen the Haven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\nAnd all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\nMy self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag\nGot a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me movin this crack\nGive me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n'Til ninety-six came, niggas I'm here - goodbye!\n\nShawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\nAnd umm, into the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I brought him a boombox\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\nGoodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils, you in a spot, knowin' cops could rush\nAt you in the drop, you so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\nAnd trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought could define a man when the well dries up\nYou learn the worth of water\nWithout work you thirst 'til you die - YUP\nAnd niggaz get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this is the stress I lived with\n'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\nI pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\nThis is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nNow if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.39] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:08.43] Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n[00:11.25] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.74] The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.98] And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n[00:23.13] \"Hi baby, what's wrong? 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You look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me, is it something that I've done again?\nYou look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me\".\n\nThey say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\nSo on that note I'm leavin after this song\nSee you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\nWho made love under the sycamore tree\nWhich makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\nShe knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\nNow I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\n\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports, and a funny story is\nAt four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\nA two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\nThen the Haven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\nAnd all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\nMy self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\nGot a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me movin this crack\nGive me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\nShawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\nAnd umm, into the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I brought him a boombox\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\nGoodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\nAt you in the drop, you so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\nAnd trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought could define a man when the well dries up\nYou learn the worth of water\nWithout work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\nAnd niggaz get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this is the stress I lived with\n'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\nI pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\nThis is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nNow if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.06] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.07] Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n[00:10.92] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.21] The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.61] And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n[00:20.44] \"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:27.16] Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n[00:30.22] You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:32.62] Tell me\".\n[00:32.93] They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n[00:35.51] So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n[00:37.97] See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n[00:41.02] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:43.73] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n[00:46.33] Who made love under the sycamore tree\n[00:48.58] Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n[00:51.85] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.29] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.34] I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n[00:59.99] She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n[01:02.27] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n[01:05.18] Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.39] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.60] I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.13] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.17] Hold on\n[01:16.36] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.36] He was into sports, and a funny story is\n[01:23.21] At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n[01:26.94] A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n[01:30.72] But, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n[01:37.17] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.11] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\n[01:43.45] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:44.98] Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n[01:48.33] Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.09] Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.25] My gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\n[01:58.91] My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\n[02:01.68] Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.27] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.09] Supposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.81] I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.40] That came second to me movin this crack\n[02:14.82] Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n[02:17.79] 'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n[02:20.76] Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.82] And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.53] And then I brought him a boombox\n[02:31.35] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.60] But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n[02:40.61] Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.04] Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\n[02:47.00] At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n[02:48.84] No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n[02:52.42] And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.47] Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n[02:57.91] And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n[03:00.43] You learn the worth of water\n[03:02.22] Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\n[03:03.63] And niggaz get tied up for product\n[03:05.71] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.64] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.28] And this is the stress I lived with\n[03:10.80] 'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\n[03:13.78] I pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\n[03:16.48] Every sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.85] And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\n[03:22.54] This is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.49] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:28.04] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:29.91] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:33.19] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.35] Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:38.82] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:40.92] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:43.84] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black.\n[04:26.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: JAY‐Z\n  album: The Black Album\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  start_ms: 5060\n  end_ms: 7070\n- text: Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n  start_ms: 7070\n  end_ms: 10920\n- text: He was the last of my four children\n  start_ms: 10920\n  end_ms: 13210\n- text: The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n  start_ms: 13210\n  end_ms: 17610\n- text: And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n  start_ms: 17610\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: '\"Hi baby, what''s wrong? 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You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n  You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me\".\n\n  They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n  So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n  See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n  Who made love under the sycamore tree\n  Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n  She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n  Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports, and a funny story is\n  At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n  A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n  Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\n  And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\n  My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\n  Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me movin this crack\n  Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n  'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\n  Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n  And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I brought him a boombox\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\n  Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\n  At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n  And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n  And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n  You learn the worth of water\n  Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\n  And niggaz get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this is the stress I lived with\n  'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\n  I pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\n  This is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black.\n"},{"id":1584374,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"The Black Album (UK Version)","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n\n\"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me, is it something that I've done again?\nYou look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me\".\n\nThey say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\nSo on that note I'm leavin after this song\nSee you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\nWho made love under the sycamore tree\nWhich makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\nShe knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\nNow I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\n\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports, and a funny story is\nAt four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\nA two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\nThen the Haven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\nAnd all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\nMy self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\nGot a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me movin this crack\nGive me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\nShawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\nAnd umm, into the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I brought him a boombox\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\nGoodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\nAt you in the drop, you so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\nAnd trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought could define a man when the well dries up\nYou learn the worth of water\nWithout work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\nAnd niggaz get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this is the stress I lived with\n'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\nI pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\nThis is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nNow if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.06] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.07] Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n[00:10.92] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.21] The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.61] And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n[00:20.44] \"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:27.16] Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n[00:30.22] You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:32.62] Tell me\".\n[00:32.93] They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n[00:35.51] So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n[00:37.97] See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n[00:41.02] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:43.73] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n[00:46.33] Who made love under the sycamore tree\n[00:48.58] Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n[00:51.85] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.29] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.34] I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n[00:59.99] She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n[01:02.27] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n[01:05.18] Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.39] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.60] I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.13] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.17] Hold on\n[01:16.36] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.36] He was into sports, and a funny story is\n[01:23.21] At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n[01:26.94] A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n[01:30.72] But, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n[01:37.17] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.11] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\n[01:43.45] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:44.98] Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n[01:48.33] Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.09] Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; 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You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n  You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me\".\n\n  They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n  So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n  See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n  Who made love under the sycamore tree\n  Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n  She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n  Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school, got good grades, 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I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me movin this crack\n  Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n  'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\n  Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n  And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I brought him a boombox\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\n  Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\n  At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n  And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n  And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n  You learn the worth of water\n  Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\n  And niggaz get tied up for product\n  And 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Album","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew that he was a special child\nThey say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\nSo on that note I'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop your so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike\nExcept the first and fifteenth pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\nYou learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\nAnd niggas get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this was the stress I live with til I decided\nTo try this rap shit for a living\nI pray I'm forgiven\nFor every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played\nCause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\nThis is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The 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now\n[01:54.51] My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n[01:59.18] My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n[02:01.91] Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.51] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.19] Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.96] I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.59] That came second to me moving this crack\n[02:14.81] Gimme a second I swear\n[02:15.92] I will say about my rap career\n[02:17.70] Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.81] Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n[02:47.44] And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n[02:49.49] No two days are alike\n[02:50.93] Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n[02:52.81] And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.54] Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n[02:58.11] And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n[03:00.87] You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n[03:03.84] And niggas get tied up for product\n[03:05.58] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.48] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.13] And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n[03:11.71] To try this rap shit for a living\n[03:13.64] I pray I'm forgiven\n[03:14.66] For every bad decision I made\n[03:16.28] Every sister I played\n[03:17.49] Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.63] And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n[03:22.25] This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:27.61] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:30.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:32.93] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.88] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:38.30] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:41.04] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:43.72] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: JAY Z\n  album: The Black Album\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 7610\n- text: Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n  start_ms: 7610\n  end_ms: 11080\n- text: He was the last of my four children\n  start_ms: 11080\n  end_ms: 13500\n- text: The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n  start_ms: 13500\n  end_ms: 17910\n- text: And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n  start_ms: 17910\n  end_ms: 32540\n- text: They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n  start_ms: 32540\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 38290\n- text: So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  start_ms: 38290\n  end_ms: 41320\n- text: At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  start_ms: 41320\n  end_ms: 44050\n- text: I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n  start_ms: 44050\n  end_ms: 46630\n- text: Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n  start_ms: 46630\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Which makes me\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 51840\n- text: At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  start_ms: 51840\n  end_ms: 54760\n- text: Although 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end_ms: 215880\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 218300\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 218300\n  end_ms: 221040\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 221040\n  end_ms: 223720\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 223720\nplain: |-\n  Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n  He was the last of my four children\n  The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n  And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n  They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n  So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n  So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n  Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n  Which makes me\n  A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare\n  I made it from birth and I got here\n  She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  I ain't perfect I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n  Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports\n  And a funny story is\n  At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n  A two wheeler at that\n  Isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  And my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game\n  Fuck the world my defense came\n  Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n  I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n  And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n  My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n  Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me moving this crack\n  Gimme a second I swear\n  I will say about my rap career\n  Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n  Good-bye\n  Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n  Beating on the table and rapping\n  And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I bought him a boom box\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n  And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike\n  Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n  And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n  And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n  You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n  And niggas get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  To try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n"},{"id":9247382,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"JAY Z","albumName":"2003 - The Black Album","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n\n\"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me, is it something that I've done again?\nYou look like, you've lost your best friend, tell me\"\n\nThey say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\nSo on that note I'm leavin after this song\nSee you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves\nWho made love under the sycamore tree\nWhich makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\nShe knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\nNow I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\n\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports, and a funny story is\nAt four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\nA two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him, when me and my husband, broke up\n\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\nThen the Haven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\nAnd all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\nMy self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag\nGot a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me movin this crack\nGive me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n'Til ninety-six came, niggas I'm here - goodbye!\n\nShawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\nAnd umm, into the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I brought him a boombox\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\nGoodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils, you in a spot, knowin' cops could rush\nAt you in the drop, you so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\nAnd trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought could define a man when the well dries up\nYou learn the worth of water\nWithout work you thirst 'til you die - YUP\nAnd niggaz get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this is the stress I lived with\n'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\nI pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\nThis is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nNow if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.28] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:08.29] Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n[00:10.90] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.23] The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.66] And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n[00:22.56] \"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:27.40] Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n[00:30.52] You look like, you've lost your best friend, tell me\"\n[00:32.98] They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n[00:35.58] So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n[00:37.96] See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n[00:41.03] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:43.73] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves\n[00:46.34] Who made love under the sycamore tree\n[00:48.57] Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n[00:51.85] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.79] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.38] I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n[00:59.93] She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n[01:02.26] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n[01:05.01] Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.37] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.68] I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.11] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.17] Hold on\n[01:16.30] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.35] He was into sports, and a funny story is\n[01:24.04] At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n[01:27.45] A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n[01:31.27] But, I noticed a change in him, when me and my husband, broke up\n[01:37.47] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.14] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me so\n[01:43.47] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:44.97] Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n[01:48.38] Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.03] Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.23] My gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\n[01:56.38] And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\n[01:58.96] My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag\n[02:01.62] Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.27] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.02] Supposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.86] I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.40] That came second to me movin this crack\n[02:14.37] Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n[02:17.73] 'Til ninety-six came, niggas I'm here - goodbye!\n[02:20.77] Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n[02:25.16] And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.71] And then I brought him a boombox\n[02:31.39] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.63] But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n[02:41.32] Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.38] Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin' cops could rush\n[02:46.93] At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n[02:49.04] No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n[02:52.04] And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.03] Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n[02:57.40] And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n[03:00.40] You learn the worth of water\n[03:01.50] Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP\n[03:03.36] And niggaz get tied up for product\n[03:05.06] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:06.94] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:08.84] And this is the stress I lived with\n[03:10.14] 'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\n[03:13.12] I pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\n[03:15.58] Every sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.19] And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\n[03:21.81] This is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n[03:24.55] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:27.20] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:29.68] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:32.66] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.07] Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:38.08] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:40.73] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:43.10] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:46.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: JAY Z\n  album: 2003 - The Black Album\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  start_ms: 4280\n  end_ms: 8290\n- text: Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n  start_ms: 8290\n  end_ms: 10900\n- text: He was the last of my four children\n  start_ms: 10900\n  end_ms: 13230\n- text: The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n  start_ms: 13230\n  end_ms: 17660\n- text: And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n  start_ms: 17660\n  end_ms: 22560\n- text: '\"Hi baby, what''s wrong? 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You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n  You look like, you've lost your best friend, tell me\"\n\n  They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n  So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n  See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves\n  Who made love under the sycamore tree\n  Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n  She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n  Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports, and a funny story is\n  At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n  A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him, when me and my husband, broke up\n\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me so\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n  Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\n  And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\n  My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag\n  Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me movin this crack\n  Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n  'Til ninety-six came, niggas I'm here - goodbye!\n\n  Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n  And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I brought him a boombox\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\n  Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin' cops could rush\n  At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n  And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n  And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n  You learn the worth of water\n  Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP\n  And niggaz get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this is the stress I lived with\n  'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\n  I pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\n  This is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n"},{"id":30824114,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"JAY‐Z","albumName":"The Purple Album","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n\n\"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me, is it something that I've done again?\nYou look like, you've lost your best friend\nTell me\".\n\nThey say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\nSo on that note I'm leavin after this song\nSee you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\nWho made love under the sycamore tree\nWhich makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\nShe knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\nNow I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\n\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports, and a funny story is\nAt four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\nA two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\nThen the Haven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\nAnd all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\nMy self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\nGot a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me movin this crack\nGive me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\nShawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\nAnd umm, into the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I brought him a boombox\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\nGoodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\nAt you in the drop, you so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\nAnd trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought could define a man when the well dries up\nYou learn the worth of water\nWithout work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\nAnd niggaz get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this is the stress I lived with\n'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\nI pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\nThis is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nNow if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.06] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.07] Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n[00:10.92] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.21] The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.61] And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n[00:20.44] \"Hi baby, what's wrong? You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:27.16] Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n[00:30.22] You look like, you've lost your best friend\n[00:32.62] Tell me\".\n[00:32.93] They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n[00:35.51] So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n[00:37.97] See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n[00:41.02] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:43.73] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n[00:46.33] Who made love under the sycamore tree\n[00:48.58] Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n[00:51.85] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.29] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.34] I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n[00:59.99] She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n[01:02.27] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n[01:05.18] Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.39] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.60] I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.13] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.17] Hold on\n[01:16.36] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.36] He was into sports, and a funny story is\n[01:23.21] At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n[01:26.94] A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n[01:30.72] But, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n[01:37.17] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.11] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\n[01:43.45] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:44.98] Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n[01:48.33] Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.09] Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.25] My gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\n[01:58.91] My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\n[02:01.68] Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.27] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.09] Supposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.81] I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.40] That came second to me movin this crack\n[02:14.82] Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n[02:17.79] 'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n[02:20.76] Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.82] And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.53] And then I brought him a boombox\n[02:31.35] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.60] But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n[02:40.61] Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.04] Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\n[02:47.00] At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n[02:48.84] No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n[02:52.42] And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.47] Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n[02:57.91] And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n[03:00.43] You learn the worth of water\n[03:02.22] Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\n[03:03.63] And niggaz get tied up for product\n[03:05.71] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.64] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.28] And this is the stress I lived with\n[03:10.80] 'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\n[03:13.78] I pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\n[03:16.48] Every sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.85] And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\n[03:22.54] This is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.49] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:28.04] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:29.91] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:33.19] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.35] Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:38.82] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:40.92] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n[03:43.84] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black.\n[04:26.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: JAY‐Z\n  album: The Purple Album\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  start_ms: 5060\n  end_ms: 7070\n- text: Weighing in at ten pounds, eight ounces\n  start_ms: 7070\n  end_ms: 10920\n- text: He was the last of my four children\n  start_ms: 10920\n  end_ms: 13210\n- text: The only one who didn't give me any pain, when I gave birth to him\n  start_ms: 13210\n  end_ms: 17610\n- text: And that's how I knew, that he was a special child\n  start_ms: 17610\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: '\"Hi baby, what''s wrong? 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You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me, is it something that I've done again?\n  You look like, you've lost your best friend\n  Tell me\".\n\n  They say they never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone\n  So on that note I'm leavin after this song\n  See you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnus Reeves\n  Who made love under the sycamore tree\n  Which makes me, a more sicker MC and my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here\n  She knows my purpose was on purpose, I ain't perfect, I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear\n  Now I'm just scratchin the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports, and a funny story is\n  At four, he taught himself how to ride a bike\n  A two-wheel at that, isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him. when me and my husband, broke up\n\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me and my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me SO!\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came\n  Then the Haven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine; I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in, and I'm in the in-crowd\n  And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now\n  My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag'\n  Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly - knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm gettin ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me movin this crack\n  Give me a second I swear, I would say about my rap career\n  'Til ninety-six came, niggaz I'm here - goodbye!\n\n  Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping\n  And umm, into the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I brought him a boombox\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But, that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble\n\n  Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils, you in a spot, knowin cops could rush\n  At you in the drop, you so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much\n  And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up\n  And a drought could define a man when the well dries up\n  You learn the worth of water\n  Without work you thirst 'til you die - YUP!\n  And niggaz get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this is the stress I lived with\n  'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin\n  I pray I'm forgiven - for every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played - cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I've made\n  This is the life I chose, or rather the life that chose me\n\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is whack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black.\n"},{"id":30764687,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"JAŸ-Z","albumName":"The Black Album","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew that he was a special child\nThey say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\nSo on that note I'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop your so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike\nExcept the first and fifteenth pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\nYou learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\nAnd niggas get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this was the stress I live with til I decided\nTo try this rap shit for a living\nI pray I'm forgiven\nFor every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played\nCause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\nThis is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The 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the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.22] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.89] I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.48] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.29] Hold on\n[01:16.94] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.93] He was into sports\n[01:21.80] And a funny story is\n[01:23.45] At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n[01:27.32] A two wheeler at that\n[01:29.26] Isn't that special?\n[01:31.51] But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n[01:37.83] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n[01:39.11] And my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.54] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n[01:43.52] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:45.68] Got on my pimp game\n[01:46.73] Fuck the world my defense came\n[01:48.89] Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.21] Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n[01:53.25] I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.51] My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n[01:59.18] My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n[02:01.91] Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.51] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.19] Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.96] I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.59] That came second to me moving this crack\n[02:14.81] Gimme a second I swear\n[02:15.92] I will say about my rap career\n[02:17.70] Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.81] Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n[02:47.44] And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n[02:49.49] No two days are alike\n[02:50.93] Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n[02:52.81] And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.54] Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n[02:58.11] And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n[03:00.87] You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n[03:03.84] And niggas get tied up for product\n[03:05.58] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.48] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.13] And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n[03:11.71] To try this rap shit for a living\n[03:13.64] I pray I'm forgiven\n[03:14.66] For every bad decision I made\n[03:16.28] Every sister I played\n[03:17.49] Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.63] And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n[03:22.25] 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Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game 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wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.91] And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n[00:32.54] They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n[00:35.82] So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n[00:38.29] So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n[00:41.32] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:44.05] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n[00:46.63] Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n[00:48.67] Which makes me\n[00:49.68] A more sicker emcee than my momma would 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came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.81] Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n[02:47.44] And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n[02:49.49] No two days are alike\n[02:50.93] Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n[02:52.81] And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n[02:55.54] Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n[02:58.11] And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n[03:00.87] You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n[03:03.84] And niggas get tied up for product\n[03:05.58] And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n[03:07.48] To show mothers they really got 'em\n[03:09.13] And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n[03:11.71] To try this rap shit for a living\n[03:13.64] I pray I'm forgiven\n[03:14.66] For every bad decision I made\n[03:16.28] Every sister I played\n[03:17.49] Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n[03:19.63] And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n[03:22.25] This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n[03:25.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:27.61] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:30.25] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:32.93] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.88] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:38.30] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:41.04] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:43.72] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black","lyricsfile":"version: 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And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n  They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n  So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n  So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n  Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n  Which makes me\n  A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare\n  I made it from birth and I got here\n  She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  I ain't perfect I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n  Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports\n  And a funny story is\n  At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n  A two wheeler at that\n  Isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  And my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game\n  Fuck the world my defense came\n  Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n  I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n  And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n  My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n  Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me moving this crack\n  Gimme a second I swear\n  I will say about my rap career\n  Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n  Good-bye\n  Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n  Beating on the table and rapping\n  And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I bought him a boom box\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n  And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike\n  Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n  And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n  And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n  You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n  And niggas get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  To try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n"},{"id":30225203,"name":"December 4th","trackName":"December 4th","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"The Black Album [Clean]","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawn Carter was born December 4th\nWeighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\nHe was the last of my four children\nThe only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\nAnd that's how I knew that he was a special child\nThey say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\nSo on that note I'm leaving after this song\nSo you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\nAt least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\nI was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\nWho made love under the Sycamore tree\nWhich makes me\nA more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\nAt ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\nAlthough through the years I gave her her fair share\nI gave her her first real scare\nI made it from birth and I got here\nShe knows my purpose wasn't purpose\nI ain't perfect I care\nBut I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\nNow I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\nWas a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\nI went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\nBut I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\nHold on\nShawn was a very shy child growing up\nHe was into sports\nAnd a funny story is\nAt four he taught his self how to ride a bike\nA two wheeler at that\nIsn't that special?\nBut, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\nNow all the teachers couldn't reach me\nAnd my momma couldn't beat me\nHard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\nWith that disdain in my membrane\nGot on my pimp game\nFuck the world my defense came\nThen Dahaven introduced me to the game\nSpanish Jose introduced me to cane\nI'm a hustler now\nMy gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\nAnd all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\nMy self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\nGot a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\nPlus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\nSupposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\nI'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\nThat came second to me moving this crack\nGimme a second I swear\nI will say about my rap career\nTil '96 came niggas I'm here\nGood-bye\nShawn use to be in the kitchen\nBeating on the table and rapping\nAnd um, until the wee hours of the morning\nAnd then I bought him a boom box\nAnd his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\nBut that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\nGood-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\nYour blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\nAnd you in a drop your so easy to touch\nNo two days are alike\nExcept the first and fifteenth pretty much\nAnd \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\nHustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\nAnd a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\nYou learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\nAnd niggas get tied up for product\nAnd little brothers ring fingers get cut up\nTo show mothers they really got 'em\nAnd this was the stress I live with til I decided\nTo try this rap shit for a living\nI pray I'm forgiven\nFor every bad decision I made\nEvery sister I played\nCause I'm still paranoid to this day\nAnd it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\nThis is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black\nIf you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\nMaybe you'll love me when I fade to black","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n[00:07.61] Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n[00:11.08] He was the last of my four children\n[00:13.50] The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n[00:17.91] And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n[00:32.54] They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n[00:35.82] So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n[00:38.29] So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n[00:41.32] At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n[00:44.05] I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n[00:46.63] Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n[00:48.67] Which makes me\n[00:49.68] A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n[00:51.84] At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n[00:54.76] Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n[00:57.39] I gave her her first real scare\n[00:58.68] I made it from birth and I got here\n[01:00.07] She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n[01:01.48] I ain't perfect I care\n[01:02.73] But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n[01:05.45] Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n[01:08.22] Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n[01:10.89] I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n[01:13.48] But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n[01:16.29] Hold on\n[01:16.94] Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n[01:19.93] He was into sports\n[01:21.80] And a funny story is\n[01:23.45] At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n[01:27.32] A two wheeler at that\n[01:29.26] Isn't that special?\n[01:31.51] But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n[01:37.83] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n[01:39.11] And my momma couldn't beat me\n[01:40.54] Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n[01:43.52] With that disdain in my membrane\n[01:45.68] Got on my pimp game\n[01:46.73] Fuck the world my defense came\n[01:48.89] Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n[01:51.21] Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n[01:53.25] I'm a hustler now\n[01:54.51] My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n[01:56.56] And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n[01:59.18] My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n[02:01.91] Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n[02:04.51] Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n[02:07.19] Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n[02:09.96] I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n[02:12.59] That came second to me moving this crack\n[02:14.81] Gimme a second I swear\n[02:15.92] I will say about my rap career\n[02:17.70] Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n[02:20.14] Good-bye\n[02:21.31] Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n[02:22.71] Beating on the table and rapping\n[02:24.91] And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n[02:28.82] And then I bought him a boom box\n[02:32.40] And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n[02:35.76] But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n[02:41.33] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n[02:44.81] Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n[02:47.44] And you in a drop your so easy to 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when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 218300\n  end_ms: 221040\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 221040\n  end_ms: 223720\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 223720\nplain: |-\n  Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n  He was the last of my four children\n  The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n  And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n  They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n  So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n  So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n  Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n  Which makes me\n  A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare\n  I made it from birth and I got here\n  She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  I ain't perfect I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n  Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports\n  And a funny story is\n  At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n  A two wheeler at that\n  Isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  And my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game\n  Fuck the world my defense came\n  Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n  I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n  And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n  My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n  Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me moving this crack\n  Gimme a second I swear\n  I will say about my rap career\n  Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n  Good-bye\n  Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n  Beating on the table and rapping\n  And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I bought him a boom box\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n  And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike\n  Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n  And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n  And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n  You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n  And niggas get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  To try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective 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is wack\n[03:32.93] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:35.88] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:38.30] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n[03:41.04] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n[03:43.72] Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: December 4th\n  artist: Jay-Z\n  album: The Argyle Album\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 7610\n- text: Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n  start_ms: 7610\n  end_ms: 11080\n- text: He was the last of my four children\n  start_ms: 11080\n  end_ms: 13500\n- text: The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n  start_ms: 13500\n  end_ms: 17910\n- text: And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n  start_ms: 17910\n  end_ms: 32540\n- text: They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n  start_ms: 32540\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 38290\n- text: So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  start_ms: 38290\n  end_ms: 41320\n- text: At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  start_ms: 41320\n  end_ms: 44050\n- text: I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n  start_ms: 44050\n  end_ms: 46630\n- text: Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n  start_ms: 46630\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Which makes me\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 51840\n- text: At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  start_ms: 51840\n  end_ms: 54760\n- text: Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  start_ms: 54760\n  end_ms: 57390\n- text: I gave her her first real scare\n  start_ms: 57390\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: I made it from birth and I got here\n  start_ms: 58680\n  end_ms: 60070\n- text: She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  start_ms: 60070\n  end_ms: 61480\n- text: I ain't perfect I care\n  start_ms: 61480\n  end_ms: 62730\n- text: But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n  start_ms: 62730\n  end_ms: 65450\n- text: Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n  start_ms: 65450\n  end_ms: 68220\n- text: Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  start_ms: 68220\n  end_ms: 70890\n- text: I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n  start_ms: 70890\n  end_ms: 73480\n- text: But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  start_ms: 73480\n  end_ms: 76290\n- text: Hold on\n  start_ms: 76290\n  end_ms: 76940\n- text: Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  start_ms: 76940\n  end_ms: 79930\n- text: He was into sports\n  start_ms: 79930\n  end_ms: 81800\n- text: And a funny story is\n  start_ms: 81800\n  end_ms: 83450\n- text: At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n  start_ms: 83450\n  end_ms: 87320\n- text: A two wheeler at that\n  start_ms: 87320\n  end_ms: 89260\n- text: Isn't that special?\n  start_ms: 89260\n  end_ms: 91510\n- text: But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n  start_ms: 91510\n  end_ms: 97830\n- text: Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  start_ms: 97830\n  end_ms: 99110\n- text: And my momma couldn't beat me\n  start_ms: 99110\n  end_ms: 100540\n- text: Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n  start_ms: 100540\n  end_ms: 103520\n- text: With that disdain in my membrane\n  start_ms: 103520\n  end_ms: 105680\n- text: Got on my pimp game\n  start_ms: 105680\n  end_ms: 106730\n- text: Fuck the world my defense came\n  start_ms: 106730\n  end_ms: 108890\n- text: Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n  start_ms: 108890\n  end_ms: 111210\n- text: Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n  start_ms: 111210\n  end_ms: 113250\n- text: I'm a hustler now\n  start_ms: 113250\n  end_ms: 114510\n- text: My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n  start_ms: 114510\n  end_ms: 116560\n- text: And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n  start_ms: 116560\n  end_ms: 119180\n- text: My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n  start_ms: 119180\n  end_ms: 121910\n- text: Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n  start_ms: 121910\n  end_ms: 124510\n- text: Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  start_ms: 124510\n  end_ms: 127190\n- text: Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  start_ms: 127190\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  start_ms: 129960\n  end_ms: 132590\n- text: That came second to me moving this crack\n  start_ms: 132590\n  end_ms: 134810\n- text: Gimme a second I swear\n  start_ms: 134810\n  end_ms: 135920\n- text: I will say about my rap career\n  start_ms: 135920\n  end_ms: 137700\n- text: Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n  start_ms: 137700\n  end_ms: 140140\n- text: Good-bye\n  start_ms: 140140\n  end_ms: 141310\n- text: Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n  start_ms: 141310\n  end_ms: 142710\n- text: Beating on the table and rapping\n  start_ms: 142710\n  end_ms: 144910\n- text: And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n  start_ms: 144910\n  end_ms: 148820\n- text: And then I bought him a boom box\n  start_ms: 148820\n  end_ms: 152400\n- text: And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  start_ms: 152400\n  end_ms: 155760\n- text: But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  start_ms: 155760\n  end_ms: 161330\n- text: Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  start_ms: 161330\n  end_ms: 164810\n- text: Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n  start_ms: 164810\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 169490\n- text: No two days are alike\n  start_ms: 169490\n  end_ms: 170930\n- text: Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n  start_ms: 170930\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175540\n- text: Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n  start_ms: 175540\n  end_ms: 178110\n- text: And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n  start_ms: 178110\n  end_ms: 180870\n- text: You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n  start_ms: 180870\n  end_ms: 183840\n- text: And niggas get tied up for product\n  start_ms: 183840\n  end_ms: 185580\n- text: And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  start_ms: 185580\n  end_ms: 187480\n- text: To show mothers they really got 'em\n  start_ms: 187480\n  end_ms: 189130\n- text: And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  start_ms: 189130\n  end_ms: 191710\n- text: To try this rap shit for a living\n  start_ms: 191710\n  end_ms: 193640\n- text: I pray I'm forgiven\n  start_ms: 193640\n  end_ms: 194660\n- text: For every bad decision I made\n  start_ms: 194660\n  end_ms: 196280\n- text: Every sister I played\n  start_ms: 196280\n  end_ms: 197490\n- text: Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  start_ms: 197490\n  end_ms: 199630\n- text: And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  start_ms: 199630\n  end_ms: 202250\n- text: This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  start_ms: 202250\n  end_ms: 205250\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 205250\n  end_ms: 207610\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 207610\n  end_ms: 210250\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 210250\n  end_ms: 212930\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 212930\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 218300\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 218300\n  end_ms: 221040\n- text: If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  start_ms: 221040\n  end_ms: 223720\n- text: Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  start_ms: 223720\nplain: |-\n  Shawn Carter was born December 4th\n  Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces\n  He was the last of my four children\n  The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him\n  And that's how I knew that he was a special child\n  They say \"they never really miss you til you dead or you gone\"\n  So on that note I'm leaving after this song\n  So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long\n  At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on\n  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees\n  Who made love under the Sycamore tree\n  Which makes me\n  A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim\n  At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain\n  Although through the years I gave her her fair share\n  I gave her her first real scare\n  I made it from birth and I got here\n  She knows my purpose wasn't purpose\n  I ain't perfect I care\n  But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear\n  Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there\n  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared\n  I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted\n  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted\n  Hold on\n  Shawn was a very shy child growing up\n  He was into sports\n  And a funny story is\n  At four he taught his self how to ride a bike\n  A two wheeler at that\n  Isn't that special?\n  But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up\n  Now all the teachers couldn't reach me\n  And my momma couldn't beat me\n  Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so\n  With that disdain in my membrane\n  Got on my pimp game\n  Fuck the world my defense came\n  Then Dahaven introduced me to the game\n  Spanish Jose introduced me to cane\n  I'm a hustler now\n  My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd\n  And all the wavy light skinned girls is loving me now\n  My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag\n  Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged\n  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had\n  Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass\n  I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap\n  That came second to me moving this crack\n  Gimme a second I swear\n  I will say about my rap career\n  Til '96 came niggas I'm here\n  Good-bye\n  Shawn use to be in the kitchen\n  Beating on the table and rapping\n  And um, until the wee hours of the morning\n  And then I bought him a boom box\n  And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts\n  But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble\n  Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush\n  Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush\n  And you in a drop your so easy to touch\n  No two days are alike\n  Except the first and fifteenth pretty much\n  And \"trust\" is a word you seldom hear from us\n  Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up\n  And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up\n  You learn to work the water without working, of thirst you'll die yup\n  And niggas get tied up for product\n  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up\n  To show mothers they really got 'em\n  And this was the stress I live with til I decided\n  To try this rap shit for a living\n  I pray I'm forgiven\n  For every bad decision I made\n  Every sister I played\n  Cause I'm still paranoid to this day\n  And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made\n  This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n  If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack\n  Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black\n"}]