[{"id":16625911,"name":"Cut From A Different Cloth (feat. Ab-Soul)","trackName":"Cut From A Different Cloth (feat. Ab-Soul)","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"A Loose Quarter","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look at me king\nLook at me king\nSoul\nKaylin on the couch sleeping\nShe wake up she gonna be like damnnnnCome and spar with a titan\nIf you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\nWhat a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\nFlow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent\nI beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\nAb-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\nYou think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\nIs that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now\nWhen? Before the apocalypse\nWow, how do you come up with this?\nIf you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\nWho could fuck with it?\nI know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\nThey sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\nCut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\nMy mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\nSoul and Budden, no discussion\nJoe, you know it's nothing\nWrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\nI just did what these other niggas was scared to do\nTell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\nQuarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\nTold me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\nYall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\nExcluding under conclusion\nThat you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\nI'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\nBe lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\nI came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\nWon't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\nHow long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\nNah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\nNot to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\nEither that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\nI just been waiting till that sentiment passed\nYall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\nI'm letting Benjamins stack\nShouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\nI'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\nCause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\nOnly rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\nSo hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\nI'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\nAll I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\nBut the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\nIt's not a game, try to execute\n2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\nIf anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\nSaid I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.97] Look at me king\n[00:05.37] Look at me king\n[00:14.24] Soul\n[00:18.17] Kaylin on the couch sleeping\n[00:20.87] She wake up she gonna be like damnnnnCome and spar with a titan\n[00:26.48] If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\n[00:30.13] What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\n[00:33.03] Flow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent\n[00:36.18] I beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\n[00:38.66] Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\n[00:41.42] You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\n[00:44.17] Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now\n[00:47.02] When? Before the apocalypse\n[00:48.96] Wow, how do you come up with this?\n[00:50.70] If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\n[00:53.47] Who could fuck with it?\n[00:54.73] I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\n[00:56.86] They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\n[00:59.76] Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\n[01:02.51] My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\n[01:05.69] Soul and Budden, no discussion\n[01:07.83] Joe, you know it's nothing\n[01:08.92] Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n[01:17.57] I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n[01:20.32] They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n[01:23.33] Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n[01:26.34] All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n[01:29.33] Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n[01:32.69] Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\n[01:35.69] I just did what these other niggas was scared to do\n[01:38.79] Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\n[01:41.56] Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\n[01:44.66] Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\n[01:47.73] Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\n[01:50.44] Excluding under conclusion\n[01:51.84] That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\n[01:53.92] I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\n[01:56.67] Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\n[01:59.58] I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\n[02:02.70] Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\n[02:05.64] How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\n[02:08.50] Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\n[02:11.48] Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\n[02:14.76] Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\n[02:17.87] I just been waiting till that sentiment passed\n[02:20.37] Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\n[02:23.13] I'm letting Benjamins stack\n[02:25.10] Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\n[02:27.33] I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\n[02:29.60] Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\n[02:32.93] Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\n[02:35.43] So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\n[02:38.54] I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\n[02:41.74] All I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\n[02:44.61] But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\n[02:47.16] It's not a game, try to execute\n[02:50.78] 2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\n[02:53.96] If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\n[02:56.99] Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n[03:05.67] I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n[03:08.45] They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n[03:11.48] Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n[03:14.44] All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n[03:17.42] Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n[03:20.42] Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all\n[03:43.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cut From A Different Cloth (feat. 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When? Before the apocalypse\n  Wow, how do you come up with this?\n  If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\n  Who could fuck with it?\n  I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\n  They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\n  Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\n  My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\n  Soul and Budden, no discussion\n  Joe, you know it's nothing\n  Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\n  I just did what these other niggas was scared to do\n  Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\n  Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\n  Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\n  Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\n  Excluding under conclusion\n  That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\n  I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\n  Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\n  I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\n  Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\n  How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\n  Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\n  Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\n  Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\n  I just been waiting till that sentiment passed\n  Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\n  I'm letting Benjamins stack\n  Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\n  I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\n  Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\n  Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\n  So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\n  I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\n  All I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\n  But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\n  It's not a game, try to execute\n  2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\n  If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\n  Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all\n"},{"id":33607399,"name":"Cut From A Different Cloth","trackName":"Cut From A Different Cloth","artistName":"Ab-Soul  (feat. Joe Budden)","albumName":"Two Black Hippy","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look at me king\nLook at me king\nSoul\nAy, yeah, K-Kayla on the couch sleeping\nShe wake up, she gon' be like, \"Damn\"\n\nYeah, come and spar with a titan\nIf you ain't knew, it's true, I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\nWhat a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\nFlow stupid like 50 Tyson, no trip with 50 Cent\nI beat 'em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\nAb-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\nYou think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\nIs that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now (When?)\nBefore the apocalypse, wow, how do you come up with this?\nIf you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\nWho could fuck with it? I know you got a dick, but use your head, bruh\nThey sleeping on me, by a colony of bedbugs\nCut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count (Soul on)\nMy mind is like a sword, you swore I'd have a haircut (Soul on)\nSoul is bugging, no discussion, Joe, you know it's nothing\nWrote the score and then I scored, metaphor, and one\n\nI don't know about you\nI don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man with a knife in they hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all\n\nY'all can hold the applause\nI just did what these other niggas was scared to do\nTell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\nQuarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\nTold me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\nY'all got gall, I'm listening to all\nThese dudes that y'all call lyrical\nExcluding none, I conclude that you young\nAnd you dumb if that's how they appear to you\nI'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\nBe lying if I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\nI came in on Rakim, watched y'all take the bar, y'all low with it\nWon't stay in line like a bed of wife\nAin't too many spots y'all can go with it\nHow long y'all gon' Febreze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\nNah, I ain't get angry, a busted chip on my shoulder did\nNot to gloat, fight one of the GOATs\nY'all probably missed my track record\nEither that or y'all just ain't been keeping track of records\nI just been waiting 'til that sentiment pass\nY'all ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\nI'm letting Benjamins stack, shouldn't\nBe hard to tell if the boy is potent\nI'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\nCause they fear me in any cypher they hear me in\nOnly rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\nSo hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\nI'm way ahead, when I aim for yours\nSomething tells me he won't snap back\nAll I ever been was a outcast, it's time in all to move past that\nBut the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad (Blah!)\nIt's not a game, try to execute\n2K's my old bitch, know I keep an ex to shoot\nIf anyone tried to do the math, they'd probably be mad as fuck\nSaid I'd never amount to shit, now they tryna add it up\n\nI don't know about you\nI don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man with a knife in they hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all\n\nNiggas is like motherfucking dollar store cloth, nigga\n(Fucking roaches)\nAnd this shit be less than a dollar, y'all like 97 cent cloth\n(Faggot)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cut From A Different Cloth\n  artist: Ab-Soul  (feat. Joe Budden)\n  album: Two Black Hippy\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look at me king\n  Look at me king\n  Soul\n  Ay, yeah, K-Kayla on the couch sleeping\n  She wake up, she gon' be like, \"Damn\"\n\n  Yeah, come and spar with a titan\n  If you ain't knew, it's true, I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\n  What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\n  Flow stupid like 50 Tyson, no trip with 50 Cent\n  I beat 'em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\n  Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\n  You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\n  Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now (When?)\n  Before the apocalypse, wow, how do you come up with this?\n  If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\n  Who could fuck with it? I know you got a dick, but use your head, bruh\n  They sleeping on me, by a colony of bedbugs\n  Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count (Soul on)\n  My mind is like a sword, you swore I'd have a haircut (Soul on)\n  Soul is bugging, no discussion, Joe, you know it's nothing\n  Wrote the score and then I scored, metaphor, and one\n\n  I don't know about you\n  I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man with a knife in they hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all\n\n  Y'all can hold the applause\n  I just did what these other niggas was scared to do\n  Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\n  Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\n  Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\n  Y'all got gall, I'm listening to all\n  These dudes that y'all call lyrical\n  Excluding none, I conclude that you young\n  And you dumb if that's how they appear to you\n  I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\n  Be lying if I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\n  I came in on Rakim, watched y'all take the bar, y'all low with it\n  Won't stay in line like a bed of wife\n  Ain't too many spots y'all can go with it\n  How long y'all gon' Febreze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\n  Nah, I ain't get angry, a busted chip on my shoulder did\n  Not to gloat, fight one of the GOATs\n  Y'all probably missed my track record\n  Either that or y'all just ain't been keeping track of records\n  I just been waiting 'til that sentiment pass\n  Y'all ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\n  I'm letting Benjamins stack, shouldn't\n  Be hard to tell if the boy is potent\n  I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\n  Cause they fear me in any cypher they hear me in\n  Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\n  So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\n  I'm way ahead, when I aim for yours\n  Something tells me he won't snap back\n  All I ever been was a outcast, it's time in all to move past that\n  But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad (Blah!)\n  It's not a game, try to execute\n  2K's my old bitch, know I keep an ex to shoot\n  If anyone tried to do the math, they'd probably be mad as fuck\n  Said I'd never amount to shit, now they tryna add it up\n\n  I don't know about you\n  I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man with a knife in they hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all\n\n  Niggas is like motherfucking dollar store cloth, nigga\n  (Fucking roaches)\n  And this shit be less than a dollar, y'all like 97 cent cloth\n  (Faggot)\n"},{"id":39028892,"name":"Cut From A Different Cloth","trackName":"Cut From A Different Cloth","artistName":"Ab‐Soul Jay Rock Joe Budden","albumName":"Two Black Hippy","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look at me king\nLook at me king\nSoul\nAy, yeah, K-Kayla on the couch sleeping\nShe wake up, she gon' be like, \"Damn\"\n\nYeah, come and spar with a titan\nIf you ain't knew, it's true, I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\nWhat a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\nFlow stupid like 50 Tyson, no trip with 50 Cent\nI beat 'em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\nAb-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\nYou think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\nIs that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now (When?)\nBefore the apocalypse, wow, how do you come up with this?\nIf you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\nWho could fuck with it? I know you got a dick, but use your head, bruh\nThey sleeping on me, by a colony of bedbugs\nCut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count (Soul on)\nMy mind is like a sword, you swore I'd have a haircut (Soul on)\nSoul is bugging, no discussion, Joe, you know it's nothing\nWrote the score and then I scored, metaphor, and one\n\nI don't know about you\nI don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man with a knife in they hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all\n\nY'all can hold the applause\nI just did what these other niggas was scared to do\nTell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\nQuarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\nTold me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\nY'all got gall, I'm listening to all\nThese dudes that y'all call lyrical\nExcluding none, I conclude that you young\nAnd you dumb if that's how they appear to you\nI'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\nBe lying if I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\nI came in on Rakim, watched y'all take the bar, y'all low with it\nWon't stay in line like a bed of wife\nAin't too many spots y'all can go with it\nHow long y'all gon' Febreze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\nNah, I ain't get angry, a busted chip on my shoulder did\nNot to gloat, fight one of the GOATs\nY'all probably missed my track record\nEither that or y'all just ain't been keeping track of records\nI just been waiting 'til that sentiment pass\nY'all ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\nI'm letting Benjamins stack, shouldn't\nBe hard to tell if the boy is potent\nI'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\nCause they fear me in any cypher they hear me in\nOnly rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\nSo hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\nI'm way ahead, when I aim for yours\nSomething tells me he won't snap back\nAll I ever been was a outcast, it's time in all to move past that\nBut the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad (Blah!)\nIt's not a game, try to execute\n2K's my old bitch, know I keep an ex to shoot\nIf anyone tried to do the math, they'd probably be mad as fuck\nSaid I'd never amount to shit, now they tryna add it up\n\nI don't know about you\nI don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man with a knife in they hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all\n\nNiggas is like motherfucking dollar store cloth, nigga\n(Fucking roaches)\nAnd this shit be less than a dollar, y'all like 97 cent cloth\n(Faggot)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cut From A Different Cloth\n  artist: Ab‐Soul Jay Rock Joe Budden\n  album: Two Black Hippy\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look at me king\n  Look at me king\n  Soul\n  Ay, yeah, K-Kayla on the couch sleeping\n  She wake up, she gon' be like, \"Damn\"\n\n  Yeah, come and spar with a titan\n  If you ain't knew, it's true, I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\n  What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\n  Flow stupid like 50 Tyson, no trip with 50 Cent\n  I beat 'em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\n  Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\n  You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\n  Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now (When?)\n  Before the apocalypse, wow, how do you come up with this?\n  If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\n  Who could fuck with it? I know you got a dick, but use your head, bruh\n  They sleeping on me, by a colony of bedbugs\n  Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count (Soul on)\n  My mind is like a sword, you swore I'd have a haircut (Soul on)\n  Soul is bugging, no discussion, Joe, you know it's nothing\n  Wrote the score and then I scored, metaphor, and one\n\n  I don't know about you\n  I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man with a knife in they hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all\n\n  Y'all can hold the applause\n  I just did what these other niggas was scared to do\n  Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\n  Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\n  Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\n  Y'all got gall, I'm listening to all\n  These dudes that y'all call lyrical\n  Excluding none, I conclude that you young\n  And you dumb if that's how they appear to you\n  I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\n  Be lying if I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\n  I came in on Rakim, watched y'all take the bar, y'all low with it\n  Won't stay in line like a bed of wife\n  Ain't too many spots y'all can go with it\n  How long y'all gon' Febreze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\n  Nah, I ain't get angry, a busted chip on my shoulder did\n  Not to gloat, fight one of the GOATs\n  Y'all probably missed my track record\n  Either that or y'all just ain't been keeping track of records\n  I just been waiting 'til that sentiment pass\n  Y'all ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\n  I'm letting Benjamins stack, shouldn't\n  Be hard to tell if the boy is potent\n  I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\n  Cause they fear me in any cypher they hear me in\n  Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\n  So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\n  I'm way ahead, when I aim for yours\n  Something tells me he won't snap back\n  All I ever been was a outcast, it's time in all to move past that\n  But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad (Blah!)\n  It's not a game, try to execute\n  2K's my old bitch, know I keep an ex to shoot\n  If anyone tried to do the math, they'd probably be mad as fuck\n  Said I'd never amount to shit, now they tryna add it up\n\n  I don't know about you\n  I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man with a knife in they hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all\n\n  Niggas is like motherfucking dollar store cloth, nigga\n  (Fucking roaches)\n  And this shit be less than a dollar, y'all like 97 cent cloth\n  (Faggot)\n"},{"id":13612771,"name":"Cut From a Different Cloth","trackName":"Cut From a Different Cloth","artistName":"Ab‐Soul & Jay Rock feat. 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Before the apocalypse\nWow, how do you come up with this?\nIf you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\nWho could fuck with it?\nI know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\nThey sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\nCut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\nMy mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\nSoul and Budden, no discussion\nJoe, you know it's nothing\nWrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\nI just did what these other niggas was scared to do\nTell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\nQuarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\nTold me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\nYall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\nExcluding under conclusion\nThat you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\nI'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\nBe lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\nI came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\nWon't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\nHow long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\nNah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\nNot to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\nEither that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\nI just been waiting till that sentiment passed\nYall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\nI'm letting Benjamins stack\nShouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\nI'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\nCause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\nOnly rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\nSo hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\nI'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\nAll I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\nBut the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\nIt's not a game, try to execute\n2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\nIf anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\nSaid I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cut From a Different Cloth\n  artist: Ab‐Soul & Jay Rock feat. Joe Budden\n  album: Two Black Hippy\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look at me king\n  Look at me king\n  Soul\n  Kaylin on the couch sleeping\n  She wake up she gonna be like damnnnnCome and spar with a titan\n  If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\n  What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\n  Flow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent\n  I beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\n  Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\n  You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\n  Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now\n  When? 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Before the apocalypse\n  Wow, how do you come up with this?\n  If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\n  Who could fuck with it?\n  I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\n  They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\n  Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\n  My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\n  Soul and Budden, no discussion\n  Joe, you know it's nothing\n  Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\n  I just did what these other niggas was scared to do\n  Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\n  Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\n  Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\n  Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\n  Excluding under conclusion\n  That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\n  I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\n  Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\n  I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\n  Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\n  How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\n  Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\n  Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\n  Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\n  I just been waiting till that sentiment passed\n  Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\n  I'm letting Benjamins stack\n  Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\n  I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\n  Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\n  Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\n  So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\n  I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\n  All I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\n  But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\n  It's not a game, try to execute\n  2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\n  If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\n  Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all\n"},{"id":18078969,"name":"Cut From A Different Cloth (feat. 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Before the apocalypse\nWow, how do you come up with this?\nIf you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\nWho could fuck with it?\nI know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\nThey sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\nCut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\nMy mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\nSoul and Budden, no discussion\nJoe, you know it's nothing\nWrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\nI just did what these other niggas was scared to do\nTell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\nQuarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\nTold me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\nYall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\nExcluding under conclusion\nThat you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\nI'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\nBe lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\nI came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\nWon't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\nHow long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\nNah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\nNot to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\nEither that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\nI just been waiting till that sentiment passed\nYall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\nI'm letting Benjamins stack\nShouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\nI'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\nCause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\nOnly rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\nSo hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\nI'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\nAll I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\nBut the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\nIt's not a game, try to execute\n2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\nIf anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\nSaid I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cut From A Different Cloth (feat. Joe Budden)\n  artist: Ab-Soul, Jay Rock\n  album: Two Black Hippy\n  duration_ms: 221171\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look at me king\n  Look at me king\n  Soul\n  Kaylin on the couch sleeping\n  She wake up she gonna be like damnnnnCome and spar with a titan\n  If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\n  What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\n  Flow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent\n  I beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\n  Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\n  You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\n  Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now\n  When? Before the apocalypse\n  Wow, how do you come up with this?\n  If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\n  Who could fuck with it?\n  I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\n  They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\n  Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\n  My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\n  Soul and Budden, no discussion\n  Joe, you know it's nothing\n  Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\n  I just did what these other niggas was scared to do\n  Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\n  Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\n  Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\n  Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\n  Excluding under conclusion\n  That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\n  I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\n  Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\n  I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\n  Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\n  How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\n  Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\n  Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\n  Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\n  I just been waiting till that sentiment passed\n  Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\n  I'm letting Benjamins stack\n  Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\n  I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\n  Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\n  Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\n  So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\n  I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\n  All I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\n  But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\n  It's not a game, try to execute\n  2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\n  If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\n  Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all\n"},{"id":12554261,"name":"Cut From A Different Cloth (feat. Joe Budden)","trackName":"Cut From A Different Cloth (feat. Joe Budden)","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"Two Black Hippy","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look at me king\nLook at me king\nSoul\nKaylin on the couch sleeping\nShe wake up she gonna be like damnnnnCome and spar with a titan\nIf you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\nWhat a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\nFlow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent\nI beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\nAb-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\nYou think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\nIs that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now\nWhen? Before the apocalypse\nWow, how do you come up with this?\nIf you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\nWho could fuck with it?\nI know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\nThey sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\nCut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\nMy mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\nSoul and Budden, no discussion\nJoe, you know it's nothing\nWrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\nI just did what these other niggas was scared to do\nTell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\nQuarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\nTold me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\nYall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\nExcluding under conclusion\nThat you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\nI'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\nBe lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\nI came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\nWon't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\nHow long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\nNah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\nNot to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\nEither that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\nI just been waiting till that sentiment passed\nYall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\nI'm letting Benjamins stack\nShouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\nI'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\nCause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\nOnly rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\nSo hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\nI'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\nAll I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\nBut the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\nIt's not a game, try to execute\n2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\nIf anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\nSaid I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\nI just do what I do, they just do what they can\nThey be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nAll these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\nCut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\nMiddle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cut From A Different Cloth (feat. Joe Budden)\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: Two Black Hippy\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look at me king\n  Look at me king\n  Soul\n  Kaylin on the couch sleeping\n  She wake up she gonna be like damnnnnCome and spar with a titan\n  If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning\n  What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing\n  Flow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent\n  I beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence\n  Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit\n  You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is\n  Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now\n  When? Before the apocalypse\n  Wow, how do you come up with this?\n  If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this\n  Who could fuck with it?\n  I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh\n  They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs\n  Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count\n  My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut\n  Soul and Budden, no discussion\n  Joe, you know it's nothing\n  Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em allYall can hold the applause\n  I just did what these other niggas was scared to do\n  Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?\n  Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few\n  Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle\n  Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical\n  Excluding under conclusion\n  That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you\n  I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me\n  Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology\n  I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it\n  Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it\n  How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?\n  Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did\n  Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATSYa'll probably missed my track record\n  Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records\n  I just been waiting till that sentiment passed\n  Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft\n  I'm letting Benjamins stack\n  Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent\n  I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion\n  Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in\n  Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience\n  So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at\n  I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back\n  All I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that\n  But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad\n  It's not a game, try to execute\n  2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot\n  If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck\n  Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it upI don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them\n  I just do what I do, they just do what they can\n  They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls\n  Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth\n  Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all\n"}]