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Nah\nPregnant pause, give you some second thoughts\nThere's room on the bandwagon, don't abort\nMarcy me\n\nMarcy me\nStreets is my artery, the vein of my existence\nI'm the Gotham City heartbeat\nI started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis\nI'm a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi\nThat's poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past\nCame through the bushes smellin' like roses\nI need a trophy just for that\n\nOld Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof\nFat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof\nHold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke\nY'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope\nShout out to all the murderers turned murals\nPlural, fuck the Federal Bureau\n\nShout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle\nAll the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile\nShout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes\nThus concludin' my concerto\nMarcy me\n\nMust be in the air\nOh, can't walk away, I know, I know\nJust the way I'm raised\nI know, I know, I know\n\nOh Marcy, Marcy me\nJust the way I am always gonna be\nI ain't gonna change, no\n\nMarcy, Marcy me, just the way I am\nI ain't gonna change, no\nI ain't gonna change, no (Como hás nome, cavaleiro?)\nCouldn't change me if I wanted to (Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo)\nYou couldn't change me if you wanted to (E meu tempo)\nI'ma take this with me to the Moon","syncedLyrics":"[00:44.44] Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant\n[00:45.40] The livest one representin' BK to the fullest\n[00:45.99] Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin'\n[00:46.22] Chicken-heads be cluckin'\n[00:47.78] Uh, back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen\n[00:48.55] And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin'\n[00:50.22] Cookin' coke in the kitchen\n[00:52.71] Back when Rodman was a Piston\n[00:53.42] Mike was losin' to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one\n[00:54.09] Gave birth to my verbal imagination\n[00:54.87] Assume a virtue if you have not\n[00:56.85] Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet\n[00:57.34] Lord, we know who we are\n[00:57.61] Yet we know not what we may be\n[00:57.85] So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy\n[00:58.10] I'm from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand\n[00:58.38] Back when Pam was on Martin\n[00:59.16] Yeah, that's where it all started\n[00:59.88] When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a, nine millimeter\n[01:00.14] When Slick Rick made Mona Lisa\n[01:01.18] When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y'all\n[01:01.52] Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah\n[01:01.85] Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts\n[01:02.06] There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort\n[01:02.21] Marcy me\n[01:04.06] Marcy me\n[01:04.55] Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence\n[01:04.73] I'm the Gotham City heartbeat\n[01:05.08] I started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis\n[01:05.24] I'm a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi\n[01:05.59] That's poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past\n[01:05.72] Came through the bushes smellin' like roses\n[01:06.75] I need a trophy just for that\n[01:07.18] Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof\n[01:07.45] Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof\n[01:07.63] Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke\n[01:07.93] Y'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope\n[01:08.18] Shout out to all the murderers turned murals\n[01:08.35] Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau\n[01:08.55] Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle\n[01:08.77] All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile\n[01:08.92] Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes\n[01:09.11] Thus concludin' my concerto\n[01:09.31] Marcy me\n[01:09.54] Must be in the air\n[01:09.76] Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know\n[01:09.92] Just the way I'm raised\n[01:10.12] I know, I know, I know\n[01:10.33] Oh Marcy, Marcy me\n[01:10.51] Just the way I am always gonna be\n[01:10.77] I ain't gonna change, no\n[01:10.92] Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am\n[01:11.03] I ain't gonna change, no\n[01:11.23] I ain't gonna change, no (Como hás nome, cavaleiro?)\n[01:11.49] Couldn't change me if I wanted to (Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo)\n[01:11.65] You couldn't change me if you wanted to (E meu tempo)\n[01:11.89] I'ma take this with me to the Moon\n[01:12.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: JAY-Z - Marcy Me\n  artist: JAY-Z\n  album: JAY-Z Videos\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant\n  start_ms: 44440\n  end_ms: 45400\n- text: The livest one representin' BK to the fullest\n  start_ms: 45400\n  end_ms: 45990\n- text: Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin'\n  start_ms: 45990\n  end_ms: 46220\n- text: Chicken-heads be cluckin'\n  start_ms: 46220\n  end_ms: 47780\n- text: Uh, back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen\n  start_ms: 47780\n  end_ms: 48550\n- text: And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin'\n  start_ms: 48550\n  end_ms: 50220\n- text: Cookin' coke in the kitchen\n  start_ms: 50220\n  end_ms: 52710\n- text: Back when Rodman was a Piston\n  start_ms: 52710\n  end_ms: 53420\n- text: Mike was losin' to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one\n  start_ms: 53420\n  end_ms: 54090\n- text: Gave birth to my verbal imagination\n  start_ms: 54090\n  end_ms: 54870\n- text: Assume a virtue if you have not\n  start_ms: 54870\n  end_ms: 56850\n- text: Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet\n  start_ms: 56850\n  end_ms: 57340\n- text: Lord, we know who we are\n  start_ms: 57340\n  end_ms: 57610\n- text: Yet we know not what we may be\n  start_ms: 57610\n  end_ms: 57850\n- text: So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy\n  start_ms: 57850\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: I'm from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 58380\n- text: Back when Pam was on Martin\n  start_ms: 58380\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: Yeah, that's where it all started\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 59880\n- text: When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a, nine millimeter\n  start_ms: 59880\n  end_ms: 60140\n- text: When Slick Rick made Mona Lisa\n  start_ms: 60140\n  end_ms: 61180\n- text: When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y'all\n  start_ms: 61180\n  end_ms: 61520\n- text: Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? 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Nah\n[00:56.80] Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts\n[00:59.91] There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort\n[01:02.02] Marcy me\n[01:08.28] Marcy me\n[01:09.70] Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence\n[01:12.14] I'm the Gotham City heartbeat\n[01:13.37] I started in lobbies now, parley with Saudis\n[01:16.50] Sufi to the goofies I could probably speak Farsi\n[01:19.50] That's poetry read a coca leaf from my past\n[01:22.22] Came through the bushes smelling like roses I need a trophy just for that\n[01:25.11] Old Brooklyn not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof\n[01:27.94] Fat laces in your shoe I'm talking busting off the roof\n[01:30.55] Hold a uzi vertical, let the thing smoke\n[01:33.70] Y'all flirting with death, I be winking through the scope\n[01:36.36] Shout out to all the murderers turned murals, plural, fuck the Federal Bureau\n[01:42.29] Shout out to Nostrand Ave, Flushing Ave, Myrtle\n[01:45.31] All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile\n[01:48.12] Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes\n[01:50.88] Thus concluding my concerto, Marcy me\n[01:54.41] Must be in the air, oh can't walk away I know, I know\n[02:01.04] Just the way I was raised I know, I know, I know\n[02:05.09] Oh Marcy, Marcy me just the way I am, always gonna be\n[02:15.00] I ain't gonna change, no\n[02:17.72] Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am\n[02:25.54] I know, I know, I ain't gonna change, no\n[02:31.09] (Como as minhas mueos tocando aqui\n[02:39.04] Eu nuo canto do mundo, o meu tempo)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Marcy Me\n  artist: Jay-Z\n  album: Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart 29 July 2017\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one representing BK to the fullest\n  start_ms: 6020\n  end_ms: 12220\n- text: Bastards ducking when Hov be buckin', chicken heads be cluckin', uh\n  start_ms: 12220\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the vixen was a vixen and Jam Master Jay was alive, I was mixing\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: Cooking coke in the kitchen back when Rodman was a Piston\n  start_ms: 22130\n  end_ms: 25000\n- text: Mike was losing to Isiah but he soon would get his sixth one\n  start_ms: 25000\n  end_ms: 27900\n- text: Gave birth to my verbal imagination, assume a virtue if you have not\n  start_ms: 27900\n  end_ms: 31330\n- text: Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet\n  start_ms: 31330\n  end_ms: 33690\n- text: '\"Lord, we know who we are'\n  start_ms: 33690\n  end_ms: 34860\n- text: Yet we know not what we may be\"\n  start_ms: 34860\n  end_ms: 36460\n- text: So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy\n  start_ms: 36460\n  end_ms: 39190\n- text: I'm from Marcy houses where the boys die by the thousand\n  start_ms: 39190\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: Back when Pam was on Martin yeah that's where it all started\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44920\n- text: When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a nine millimeter when Slick Rick made Mona Lisa\n  start_ms: 44920\n  end_ms: 50530\n- text: When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas ya'll\n  start_ms: 50530\n  end_ms: 53810\n- text: Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? 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Nah\n[00:56.80] Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts\n[00:59.91] There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort\n[01:02.02] Marcy me\n[01:08.28] Marcy me\n[01:09.70] Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence\n[01:12.14] I'm the Gotham City heartbeat\n[01:13.37] I started in lobbies now, parley with Saudis\n[01:16.50] Sufi to the goofies I could probably speak Farsi\n[01:19.50] That's poetry read a coca leaf from my past\n[01:22.22] Came through the bushes smelling like roses I need a trophy just for that\n[01:25.11] Old Brooklyn not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof\n[01:27.94] Fat laces in your shoe I'm talking busting off the roof\n[01:30.55] Hold a uzi vertical, let the thing smoke\n[01:33.70] Y'all flirting with death, I be winking through the scope\n[01:36.36] Shout out to all the murderers turned murals, plural, fuck the Federal Bureau\n[01:42.29] Shout out to Nostrand Ave, Flushing Ave, Myrtle\n[01:45.31] All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile\n[01:48.12] Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes\n[01:50.88] Thus concluding my concerto, Marcy me\n[01:54.41] Must be in the air, oh can't walk away I know, I know\n[02:01.04] Just the way I was raised I know, I know, I know\n[02:05.09] Oh Marcy, Marcy me just the way I am, always gonna be\n[02:15.00] I ain't gonna change, no\n[02:17.72] Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am\n[02:25.54] I know, I know, I ain't gonna change, no\n[02:31.09] (Como as minhas mueos tocando aqui\n[02:39.04] Eu nuo canto do mundo, o meu tempo)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Marcy Me\n  artist: JAŸ-Z\n  album: '444'\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one representing BK to the fullest\n  start_ms: 6020\n  end_ms: 12220\n- text: Bastards ducking when Hov be buckin', chicken heads be cluckin', uh\n  start_ms: 12220\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the vixen was a vixen and Jam Master Jay was alive, I was mixing\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: Cooking coke in the kitchen back when Rodman was a Piston\n  start_ms: 22130\n  end_ms: 25000\n- text: Mike was losing to Isiah but he soon would get his sixth one\n  start_ms: 25000\n  end_ms: 27900\n- text: Gave birth to my verbal imagination, assume a virtue if you have not\n  start_ms: 27900\n  end_ms: 31330\n- text: Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet\n  start_ms: 31330\n  end_ms: 33690\n- text: '\"Lord, we know who we are'\n  start_ms: 33690\n  end_ms: 34860\n- text: Yet we know not what we may be\"\n  start_ms: 34860\n  end_ms: 36460\n- text: So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy\n  start_ms: 36460\n  end_ms: 39190\n- text: I'm from Marcy houses where the boys die by the thousand\n  start_ms: 39190\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: Back when Pam was on Martin yeah that's where it all started\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44920\n- text: When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a nine millimeter when Slick Rick made Mona Lisa\n  start_ms: 44920\n  end_ms: 50530\n- text: When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas ya'll\n  start_ms: 50530\n  end_ms: 53810\n- text: Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? 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Nah\n  Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts\n  There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort\n  Marcy me\n  Marcy me\n  Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence\n  I'm the Gotham City heartbeat\n  I started in lobbies now, parley with Saudis\n  Sufi to the goofies I could probably speak Farsi\n  That's poetry read a coca leaf from my past\n  Came through the bushes smelling like roses I need a trophy just for that\n  Old Brooklyn not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof\n  Fat laces in your shoe I'm talking busting off the roof\n  Hold a uzi vertical, let the thing smoke\n  Y'all flirting with death, I be winking through the scope\n  Shout out to all the murderers turned murals, plural, fuck the Federal Bureau\n  Shout out to Nostrand Ave, Flushing Ave, Myrtle\n  All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile\n  Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes\n  Thus concluding my concerto, Marcy me\n  Must be in the air, oh can't walk away I know, I know\n  Just the way I was raised I know, I know, I know\n  Oh Marcy, Marcy me just the way I am, always gonna be\n  I ain't gonna change, no\n  Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am\n  I know, I know, I ain't gonna change, no\n  (Como as minhas mueos tocando aqui\n  Eu nuo canto do mundo, o meu tempo)\n"}]