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me and my momma, family and friends\nThis ain't the way my life bout to end\nSo I'm quick to grab on my pen and\nGive 'em something my people sure to feel\nGive 'em something that I know is all the way real\n\nJust wakin' up, mind playing tricks on me\nGot the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie\nWas a ball player till the coach pissed on me\nKeep it real, I could take you down the list homie\nBe a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission\nBurner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition\nIf you banging, be serious, boys run up in your pad\nPoint-blank, period, moms ain't hearing it\nNiggas said 'cuz lil nigga got blasted\nOh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it\nOnly time you with it, when your niggas all tripping\nCaught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip and steady dipping\nRiding through the city in lights, living it trife\nWrong intersection, ready to fight\nHopping out with my own agenda, who the contender?\nBetter hope this motherfucker jam (BLAHH!)\n\nUh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse\nI try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song\nI want to tell Rock and Q to go to church\nBut that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long\nI stare at the world from a righteous point of view\nAnd realize a crisis coming\nNovocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times two\nLet's rally a team, summon, and school the youth\n\nHow you feel about it?\n\nMan, I feel the same way as you\nIt hurts my soul, like a needle piercing\nThrough the bottom of my shoe and if you behind bars\nHold your head, pause\nAnd if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waist\nI pray the intervention is divine\nI got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in heaven\nBut earlier than expected, what the hell?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shadow of Death\n  artist: Jay Rock\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 219069\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Los Angeles, \"Welcome to the Terrordome\"\n  City of Satan, angels can't even get along\n  No lie, my town covered in darkness\n  Hoping that the sun just shine on us\n  Rolling up the kush, now I'm letting my mind wander\n  Into another place, I ain't tryna go down under\n  Life is like a race and we all tryna finish it\n  Shit never fair, strays hitting the innocent\n  The good die young where I'm from and it's sad to say\n  That somebody gotta die today\n  Tomorrow's never promised, but we living for the moment\n  Nigga, time never stops, it just keeps on going\n  Crackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences\n  Twenty-five times four, nigga, do the math\n  And the hood never have witnesses\n  Cause if we did, then them shots gon' blast\n\n  As I reflect, I start realizing I wanna\n  Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends\n  This ain't the way my life bout to end\n  So I'm quick to grab on my pen and\n  Give 'em something my people sure to feel\n  Give 'em something that I know is all the way real\n\n  Just wakin' up, mind playing tricks on me\n  Got the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie\n  Was a ball player till the coach pissed on me\n  Keep it real, I could take you down the list homie\n  Be a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission\n  Burner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition\n  If you banging, be serious, boys run up in your pad\n  Point-blank, period, moms ain't hearing it\n  Niggas said 'cuz lil nigga got blasted\n  Oh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it\n  Only time you with it, when your niggas all tripping\n  Caught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip and steady dipping\n  Riding through the city in lights, living it trife\n  Wrong intersection, ready to fight\n  Hopping out with my own agenda, who the contender?\n  Better hope this motherfucker jam (BLAHH!)\n\n  Uh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse\n  I try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song\n  I want to tell Rock and Q to go to church\n  But that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long\n  I stare at the world from a righteous point of view\n  And realize a crisis coming\n  Novocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times two\n  Let's rally a team, summon, and school the youth\n\n  How you feel about it?\n\n  Man, I feel the same way as you\n  It hurts my soul, like a needle piercing\n  Through the bottom of my shoe and if you behind bars\n  Hold your head, pause\n  And if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waist\n  I pray the intervention is divine\n  I got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in heaven\n  But earlier than expected, what the hell?\n"},{"id":15544081,"name":"Shadow of Death","trackName":"Shadow of Death","artistName":"Ab-Soul & Jay Rock","albumName":"Two Black Hippy","duration":219.086463,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Los Angeles, 'Welcome to the Terrordome'\nCity of Satan, angels can't even get along\nNo lie, my town covered in darkness\nHoping that the sun just shine on us\nRolling up the kush, now I'm letting my mind wander\ninto another place, I ain't tryna go down under\nLife is like a race and we all tryna finish it\nShit never fair, strays hitting the innocent\nThe good die young where I'm from and it's sad to say\nthat somebody gotta die today\nTomorrow's never promised, but we living for the moment\nNigga, time never stops, it just keeps on going\nCrackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences\nTwenty-five times four, nigga, do the math\nAnd the hood never have witnesses\ncause if we did, then them shots gon' blast\n\nAs I reflect, I start realising I wanna\nMake a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends\nThis ain't the way my life bout to end\nSo I'm quick to grab on my pen and\nGive 'em something my people sure to feel\nGive 'em something that I know is all the way real\n\nJust waking up, mind playing tricks on me\nGot the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie\nWas a ball player till the coach pissed on me\nKeep it real, I could take you down the list homie\nBe a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission\nBurner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition\nIf you banging, be serious\nBoys run up in your pad, point-blank, period, moms ain't hearing it\nNiggas said cuz [?] got blasted\nOh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it\nOnly time you with it, when your niggas all tripping\nCaught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip and steady dipping\nRiding through the city in lights, living it trife\nWrong intersection, ready to fight\nHopping out with my own agenda, who the contender?\nBetter hope this motherfucker jam (blahh!)\n\nUh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse\nI try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song\nI want to tell Rock and Q to go to church\nBut that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long\nI stare at the world from a righteous point of view\nand realise a crisis coming\nNovocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times two\nLet's rally a team, summon, and school the youth\nHow you feel about it?\n\nMan, I feel the same way as you\nIt hurts my soul, like a needle piercing through the bottom of my shoe\nAnd if you behind bars\nHold your head, pause\nAnd if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waste\nI pray the intervention is divine\nI got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in Heaven\nBut earlier than expected, what the Hell?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shadow of Death\n  artist: Ab-Soul & Jay Rock\n  album: Two Black Hippy\n  duration_ms: 219086\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Los Angeles, 'Welcome to the Terrordome'\n  City of Satan, angels can't even get along\n  No lie, my town covered in darkness\n  Hoping that the sun just shine on us\n  Rolling up the kush, now I'm letting my mind wander\n  into another place, I ain't tryna go down under\n  Life is like a race and we all tryna finish it\n  Shit never fair, strays hitting the innocent\n  The good die young where I'm from and it's sad to say\n  that somebody gotta die today\n  Tomorrow's never promised, but we living for the moment\n  Nigga, time never stops, it just keeps on going\n  Crackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences\n  Twenty-five times four, nigga, do the math\n  And the hood never have witnesses\n  cause if we did, then them shots gon' blast\n\n  As I reflect, I start realising I wanna\n  Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends\n  This ain't the way my life bout to end\n  So I'm quick to grab on my pen and\n  Give 'em something my people sure to feel\n  Give 'em something that I know is all the way real\n\n  Just waking up, mind playing tricks on me\n  Got the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie\n  Was a ball player till the coach pissed on me\n  Keep it real, I could take you down the list homie\n  Be a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission\n  Burner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition\n  If you banging, be serious\n  Boys run up in your pad, point-blank, period, moms ain't hearing it\n  Niggas said cuz [?] got blasted\n  Oh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it\n  Only time you with it, when your niggas all tripping\n  Caught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip and steady dipping\n  Riding through the city in lights, living it trife\n  Wrong intersection, ready to fight\n  Hopping out with my own agenda, who the contender?\n  Better hope this motherfucker jam (blahh!)\n\n  Uh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse\n  I try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song\n  I want to tell Rock and Q to go to church\n  But that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long\n  I stare at the world from a righteous point of view\n  and realise a crisis coming\n  Novocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times two\n  Let's rally a team, summon, and school the youth\n  How you feel about it?\n\n  Man, I feel the same way as you\n  It hurts my soul, like a needle piercing through the bottom of my shoe\n  And if you behind bars\n  Hold your head, pause\n  And if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waste\n  I pray the intervention is divine\n  I got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in Heaven\n  But earlier than expected, what the Hell?\n"},{"id":35439649,"name":"Shadow Of Death","trackName":"Shadow Of Death","artistName":"Ab-soul, Jay Rock","albumName":"Two Black Hippy","duration":110.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Los Angeles, 'Welcome to the Terrordome'\nCity of Satan, angels can't even get along\nNo lie, my town covered in darkness\nHoping that the sun just shine on us\nRolling up the kush, now I'm letting my mind wander\ninto another place, I ain't tryna go down under\nLife is like a race and we all tryna finish it\nShit never fair, strays hitting the innocent\nThe good die young where I'm from and it's sad to say\nthat somebody gotta die today\nTomorrow's never promised, but we living for the moment\nNigga, time never stops, it just keeps on going\nCrackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences\nTwenty-five times four, nigga, do the math\nAnd the hood never have witnesses\ncause if we did, then them shots gon' blast\n\nAs I reflect, I start realising I wanna\nMake a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends\nThis ain't the way my life bout to end\nSo I'm quick to grab on my pen and\nGive 'em something my people sure to feel\nGive 'em something that I know is all the way real\n\nJust waking up, mind playing tricks on me\nGot the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie\nWas a ball player till the coach pissed on me\nKeep it real, I could take you down the list homie\nBe a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission\nBurner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition\nIf you banging, be serious\nBoys run up in your pad, point-blank, period, moms ain't hearing it\nNiggas said cuz [?] got blasted\nOh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it\nOnly time you with it, when your niggas all tripping\nCaught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip and steady dipping\nRiding through the city in lights, living it trife\nWrong intersection, ready to fight\nHopping out with my own agenda, who the contender?\nBetter hope this motherfucker jam (blahh!)\n\nUh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse\nI try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song\nI want to tell Rock and Q to go to church\nBut that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long\nI stare at the world from a righteous point of view\nand realise a crisis coming\nNovocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times two\nLet's rally a team, summon, and school the youth\nHow you feel about it?\n\nMan, I feel the same way as you\nIt hurts my soul, like a needle piercing through the bottom of my shoe\nAnd if you behind bars\nHold your head, pause\nAnd if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waste\nI pray the 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nigga, do the math\n  And the hood never have witnesses\n  cause if we did, then them shots gon' blast\n\n  As I reflect, I start realising I wanna\n  Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends\n  This ain't the way my life bout to end\n  So I'm quick to grab on my pen and\n  Give 'em something my people sure to feel\n  Give 'em something that I know is all the way real\n\n  Just waking up, mind playing tricks on me\n  Got the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie\n  Was a ball player till the coach pissed on me\n  Keep it real, I could take you down the list homie\n  Be a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission\n  Burner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition\n  If you banging, be serious\n  Boys run up in your pad, point-blank, period, moms ain't hearing it\n  Niggas said cuz [?] got blasted\n  Oh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it\n  Only time you with it, when your niggas all tripping\n  Caught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip and steady dipping\n  Riding through the city in lights, living it trife\n  Wrong intersection, ready to fight\n  Hopping out with my own agenda, who the contender?\n  Better hope this motherfucker jam (blahh!)\n\n  Uh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse\n  I try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song\n  I want to tell Rock and Q to go to church\n  But that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long\n  I stare at the world from a righteous point of view\n  and realise a crisis coming\n  Novocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times two\n  Let's rally a team, summon, and school the youth\n  How you feel about it?\n\n  Man, I feel the same way as you\n  It hurts my soul, like a needle piercing through the bottom of my shoe\n  And if you behind bars\n  Hold your head, pause\n  And if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waste\n  I pray the intervention is divine\n  I got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in Heaven\n  But earlier than expected, 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