[{"id":25134792,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"The Industry vs Joe Budden","duration":388.313187,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\nBut I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shits contagious\nI'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit\nThe way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, anoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it\nCause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up\nA few stopped actin like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy\nCan't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggaz get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race\nSee I'm joggin\nOther niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\nHe is a problem, weavin and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin, I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"YES\" man, I'm a trend setter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\nDon't put niggaz in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use to ink like me\nNiggaz don't even THINK like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in\nWAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him\nI dare niggaz categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinking Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\nEach day there's a \"W\", it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagan\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to most, they still feelin' him out\nThings were type bland, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his\nPrime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nOn my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nChill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\nNo names, but it's no sublime\nNigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour pub still fucked, you a liar money\nJoe's still spendin \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em\nSome require these skills, I was born wit 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga\nStill peelin' it nigga\nIf I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga\nIt's that YAK music, don't know how to act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, out what they lack music\nSend my little man, get rid of the pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: The Industry vs Joe Budden\n  duration_ms: 388313\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n  But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shits contagious\n  I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit\n  The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, anoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it\n  Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up\n  A few stopped actin like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy\n  Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggaz get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race\n  See I'm joggin\n  Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"YES\" man, I'm a trend setter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use to ink like me\n  Niggaz don't even THINK like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in\n  WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him\n  I dare niggaz categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinking Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  Each day there's a \"W\", it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to most, they still feelin' him out\n  Things were type bland, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his\n  Prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  No names, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your pub still fucked, you a liar money\n  Joe's still spendin \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga\n  Still peelin' it nigga\n  If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga\n  It's that YAK music, don't know how to act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, out what they lack music\n  Send my little man, get rid of the pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)\n"},{"id":23668493,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"DJ On Point and Joe Budden-Mood Muzik 2","duration":466.34435,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\nBut I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shits contagious\nI'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit\nThe way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, anoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it\nCause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up\nA few stopped actin like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy\nCan't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggaz get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race\nSee I'm joggin\nOther niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\nHe is a problem, weavin and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin, I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"YES\" man, I'm a trend setter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\nDon't put niggaz in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use to ink like me\nNiggaz don't even THINK like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in\nWAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him\nI dare niggaz categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinking Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\nEach day there's a \"W\", it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagan\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to most, they still feelin' him out\nThings were type bland, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his\nPrime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nOn my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nChill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\nNo names, but it's no sublime\nNigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour pub still fucked, you a liar money\nJoe's still spendin \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em\nSome require these skills, I was born wit 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga\nStill peelin' it nigga\nIf I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga\nIt's that YAK music, don't know how to act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, out what they lack music\nSend my little man, get rid of the pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: DJ On Point and Joe Budden-Mood Muzik 2\n  duration_ms: 466344\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n  But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shits contagious\n  I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit\n  The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, anoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it\n  Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up\n  A few stopped actin like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy\n  Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggaz get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race\n  See I'm joggin\n  Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"YES\" man, I'm a trend setter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use to ink like me\n  Niggaz don't even THINK like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in\n  WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him\n  I dare niggaz categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinking Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  Each day there's a \"W\", it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to most, they still feelin' him out\n  Things were type bland, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his\n  Prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  No names, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your pub still fucked, you a liar money\n  Joe's still spendin \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga\n  Still peelin' it nigga\n  If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga\n  It's that YAK music, don't know how to act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, out what they lack music\n  Send my little man, get rid of the pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)\n"},{"id":8309542,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?","duration":496.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God knows the fuck this is\nThis the woman on me\nThe criminals of y'all\nThis feel like sit on my throne music\nThe fuck is up with sumn'\nIt's that\nIt's that\nIt's that all the time, music\n\nBiddy we up\nBlack boat\nJust one at a time, y'all\nRun through base niggas, goin' down\nRun check my checks (goin' down)\n\nIt's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\nI'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\nI'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\n\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n'Cause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\nThere's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\nA few stopped actin' like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\nNow fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\nI'm in here, look here\n\nCan't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggas get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\nSee I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\nWhen opportunity start knockin'\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\nHe is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\nDon't put niggas in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\nWait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him (nah)\n\nI dare niggas categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinkin' Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\nEach day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\n\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to both, they still feelin' him out\nThings was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine\nUnless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2Pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nMan, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nTell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\nNo name, but it's no sublime\nNigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\nJoe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\nSome require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\nStill peelin' it, nigga\n\nAnd if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\nIt's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, got-what-they-lack music\nSend my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click-clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\nYou got soul, got soul nigga\nSmall thing to a chime\nY'all wake up yet?\nI've got more circles, way down the dope\nAll in the cracks, all in the cracks\nI wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\nWhat I gotta do?\n\nNiggas step on it\nI think the dreads is long overdue\nNew faces here, new faces here\nA new day in Empire, uh, uh\nShow it, show it\nDead on, tag it on\nSing, sing\nAight, give me one more track after, after...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.98] God knows the fuck this is\n[00:06.16] This the woman on me\n[00:08.60] The criminals of y'all\n[00:11.04] This feel like sit on my throne music\n[00:13.77] The fuck is up with sumn'\n[00:18.07] It's that\n[00:19.46] It's that\n[00:21.34] It's that all the time, music\n[00:24.65] Biddy we up\n[00:28.15] Black boat\n[00:29.61] Just one at a time, y'all\n[00:32.27] Run through base niggas, goin' down\n[00:37.28] Run check my checks (goin' down)\n[00:40.01] It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n[00:43.58] Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n[00:46.45] I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n[00:48.41] The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n[00:51.23] And I can't take this\n[00:52.51] If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n[00:56.27] And everything I say in these pages\n[00:58.09] Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n[01:01.39] 'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n[01:04.09] Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n[01:06.52] I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n[01:08.93] Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n[01:11.59] See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n[01:14.55] I'm here just to lay out real shit\n[01:16.64] Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n[01:19.91] That shit got played out real quick\n[01:21.59] See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n[01:24.52] Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n[01:26.38] I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n[01:29.35] Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n[01:31.82] I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n[01:34.31] Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n[01:37.02] I heard it if you said it\n[01:38.19] You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n[01:42.17] 'Cause I remember clearly\n[01:43.55] Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n[01:45.14] There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n[01:47.51] See I remember shit spread like cancer\n[01:49.95] I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n[01:52.40] A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n[01:54.78] A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n[01:57.46] But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n[02:00.08] See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n[02:03.84] Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n[02:06.09] I'm in here, look here\n[02:07.72] Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n[02:10.75] I just let niggas get a head start\n[02:12.86] I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n[02:15.31] Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n[02:18.26] See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n[02:20.95] When opportunity start knockin'\n[02:23.34] You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n[02:25.69] It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n[02:28.34] He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n[02:30.89] Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n[02:33.62] I can't leave, even though it's big options\n[02:36.14] Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n[02:38.78] Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n[02:40.96] Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n[02:43.44] I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n[02:45.93] It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n[02:48.48] Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n[02:50.95] I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n[02:55.05] They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n[02:58.97] Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n[03:01.12] Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n[03:03.71] Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n[03:07.71] They want no parts with him (nah)\n[03:09.24] I dare niggas categorize me\n[03:11.46] If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n[03:14.12] I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n[03:16.62] Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n[03:19.73] I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n[03:21.91] I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n[03:24.37] See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n[03:25.82] Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n[03:29.53] Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n[03:32.03] I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n[03:34.68] R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n[03:37.05] Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n[03:39.99] Talk very fly\n[03:40.94] Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n[03:44.79] And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n[03:47.27] Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n[03:49.68] The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n[03:52.78] Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n[03:55.10] Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n[03:57.73] Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n[04:00.37] I'll sum it up to what he is about\n[04:02.56] Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n[04:05.16] Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n[04:07.61] I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n[04:10.64] Say it ain't so\n[04:11.92] Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n[04:15.87] So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n[04:17.81] I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n[04:20.35] As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n[04:22.88] So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n[04:25.63] About to OD, anybody that know me\n[04:27.89] Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n[04:30.75] More like '99\n[04:32.06] No names should be mentioned but mine\n[04:33.51] Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n[04:35.78] Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n[04:38.67] Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n[04:40.79] Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n[04:43.91] Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n[04:46.10] Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n[04:48.62] I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n[04:51.19] Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n[04:53.87] Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n[04:56.42] Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n[04:59.03] Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n[05:01.15] I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n[05:03.60] Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n[05:06.21] Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n[05:09.14] Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n[05:12.00] Rappers don't need trouble with I\n[05:13.94] Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n[05:16.52] Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n[05:19.07] If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n[05:21.51] See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n[05:23.93] Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n[05:27.22] Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n[05:29.53] I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n[05:32.51] All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n[05:34.34] Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n[05:36.98] I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n[05:38.80] Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n[05:42.08] I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n[05:45.38] In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n[05:47.35] And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n[05:49.54] Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n[05:52.39] No name, but it's no sublime\n[05:54.04] Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n[05:57.61] Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n[06:00.09] Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n[06:02.45] Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n[06:04.92] Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n[06:07.62] Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n[06:10.34] Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n[06:13.08] Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n[06:15.64] Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n[06:18.28] Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n[06:20.34] He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n[06:22.84] I suggest you ask 'em\n[06:24.49] If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n[06:28.39] New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n[06:30.65] Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n[06:33.74] It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n[06:35.71] Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n[06:38.13] Still peelin' it, nigga\n[06:39.66] And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n[06:43.35] It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n[06:46.15] Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n[06:48.50] Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n[06:51.06] Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n[06:53.50] That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n[06:56.29] That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n[06:59.46] Now who said they fuckin' with me\n[07:01.38] They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n[07:06.68] You got soul, got soul nigga\n[07:10.32] Small thing to a chime\n[07:12.23] Y'all wake up yet?\n[07:13.37] I've got more circles, way down the dope\n[07:18.57] All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n[07:21.14] I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n[07:23.96] What I gotta do?\n[07:26.21] Niggas step on it\n[07:29.27] I think the dreads is long overdue\n[07:31.79] New faces here, new faces here\n[07:34.06] A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n[07:39.25] Show it, show it\n[07:43.44] Dead on, tag it on\n[07:44.34] Sing, sing\n[07:47.50] Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n[07:53.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: 'Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?'\n  duration_ms: 496000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: God knows the fuck this is\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 6160\n- text: This the woman on me\n  start_ms: 6160\n  end_ms: 8600\n- text: The criminals of y'all\n  start_ms: 8600\n  end_ms: 11040\n- text: This feel like sit on my throne music\n  start_ms: 11040\n  end_ms: 13770\n- text: The fuck is up with sumn'\n  start_ms: 13770\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: It's that\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 19460\n- text: It's that\n  start_ms: 19460\n  end_ms: 21340\n- text: It's that all the time, music\n  start_ms: 21340\n  end_ms: 24650\n- text: Biddy we up\n  start_ms: 24650\n  end_ms: 28150\n- text: Black boat\n  start_ms: 28150\n  end_ms: 29610\n- text: Just one at a time, y'all\n  start_ms: 29610\n  end_ms: 32270\n- text: Run through base niggas, goin' down\n  start_ms: 32270\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: Run check my checks (goin' down)\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40010\n- text: It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  start_ms: 40010\n  end_ms: 43580\n- text: Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  start_ms: 43580\n  end_ms: 46450\n- text: I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  start_ms: 46450\n  end_ms: 48410\n- text: The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  start_ms: 48410\n  end_ms: 51230\n- text: And I can't take this\n  start_ms: 51230\n  end_ms: 52510\n- text: If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  start_ms: 52510\n  end_ms: 56270\n- text: And everything I say in these pages\n  start_ms: 56270\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 61390\n- text: '''Cause I''ll be debatin'' it, it''s a bit outragous'\n  start_ms: 61390\n  end_ms: 64090\n- text: Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  start_ms: 64090\n  end_ms: 66520\n- text: I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  start_ms: 66520\n  end_ms: 68930\n- text: Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  start_ms: 68930\n  end_ms: 71590\n- text: See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  start_ms: 71590\n  end_ms: 74550\n- text: I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  start_ms: 74550\n  end_ms: 76640\n- text: Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  start_ms: 76640\n  end_ms: 79910\n- text: That shit got played out real quick\n  start_ms: 79910\n  end_ms: 81590\n- text: See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  start_ms: 81590\n  end_ms: 84520\n- text: Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  start_ms: 84520\n  end_ms: 86380\n- text: I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  start_ms: 86380\n  end_ms: 89350\n- text: Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  start_ms: 89350\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: I had the 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they started to neglect me\n  start_ms: 117460\n  end_ms: 120080\n- text: See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 123840\n- text: Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  start_ms: 123840\n  end_ms: 126090\n- text: I'm in here, look here\n  start_ms: 126090\n  end_ms: 127720\n- text: Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  start_ms: 127720\n  end_ms: 130750\n- text: I just let niggas get a head start\n  start_ms: 130750\n  end_ms: 132860\n- text: I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  start_ms: 132860\n  end_ms: 135310\n- text: Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  start_ms: 135310\n  end_ms: 138260\n- text: See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  start_ms: 138260\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: When opportunity start knockin'\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143340\n- text: You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  start_ms: 143340\n  end_ms: 145690\n- text: It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  start_ms: 145690\n  end_ms: 148340\n- text: He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  start_ms: 148340\n  end_ms: 150890\n- text: Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  start_ms: 150890\n  end_ms: 153620\n- text: I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  start_ms: 153620\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158780\n- text: Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  start_ms: 158780\n  end_ms: 160960\n- text: Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  start_ms: 160960\n  end_ms: 163440\n- text: I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  start_ms: 163440\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 175050\n- text: They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  start_ms: 175050\n  end_ms: 178970\n- text: Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  start_ms: 178970\n  end_ms: 181120\n- text: Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  start_ms: 181120\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 187710\n- text: They want no parts with him (nah)\n  start_ms: 187710\n  end_ms: 189240\n- text: I dare niggas categorize me\n  start_ms: 189240\n  end_ms: 191460\n- text: If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  start_ms: 191460\n  end_ms: 194120\n- text: I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  start_ms: 194120\n  end_ms: 196620\n- text: Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  start_ms: 196620\n  end_ms: 199730\n- text: I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  start_ms: 199730\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 204370\n- text: See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  start_ms: 204370\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 209530\n- text: Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  start_ms: 209530\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 214680\n- text: R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  start_ms: 214680\n  end_ms: 217050\n- text: Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  start_ms: 217050\n  end_ms: 219990\n- text: Talk very fly\n  start_ms: 219990\n  end_ms: 220940\n- text: Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  start_ms: 220940\n  end_ms: 224790\n- text: And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  start_ms: 224790\n  end_ms: 227270\n- text: Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 229680\n- text: The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  start_ms: 229680\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 235100\n- text: Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  start_ms: 235100\n  end_ms: 237730\n- text: Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  start_ms: 237730\n  end_ms: 240370\n- text: I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  start_ms: 240370\n  end_ms: 242560\n- text: Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  start_ms: 242560\n  end_ms: 245160\n- text: Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  start_ms: 245160\n  end_ms: 247610\n- text: I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  start_ms: 247610\n  end_ms: 250640\n- text: Say it ain't so\n  start_ms: 250640\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 255870\n- text: So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  start_ms: 255870\n  end_ms: 257810\n- text: I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  start_ms: 257810\n  end_ms: 260350\n- text: As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  start_ms: 260350\n  end_ms: 262880\n- text: So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  start_ms: 262880\n  end_ms: 265630\n- text: About to OD, anybody that know me\n  start_ms: 265630\n  end_ms: 267890\n- text: Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  start_ms: 267890\n  end_ms: 270750\n- text: More like '99\n  start_ms: 270750\n  end_ms: 272060\n- text: No names should be mentioned but mine\n  start_ms: 272060\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 275780\n- text: Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  start_ms: 275780\n  end_ms: 278670\n- text: Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  start_ms: 278670\n  end_ms: 280790\n- text: Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  start_ms: 280790\n  end_ms: 283910\n- text: Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  start_ms: 283910\n  end_ms: 286100\n- text: Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  start_ms: 286100\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293870\n- text: Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  start_ms: 293870\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 299030\n- text: Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  start_ms: 299030\n  end_ms: 301150\n- text: I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  start_ms: 301150\n  end_ms: 303600\n- text: Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  start_ms: 303600\n  end_ms: 306210\n- text: Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  start_ms: 306210\n  end_ms: 309140\n- text: Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  start_ms: 309140\n  end_ms: 312000\n- text: Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  start_ms: 312000\n  end_ms: 313940\n- text: Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  start_ms: 313940\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319070\n- text: If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  start_ms: 319070\n  end_ms: 321510\n- text: See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  start_ms: 321510\n  end_ms: 323930\n- text: Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  start_ms: 323930\n  end_ms: 327220\n- text: Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  start_ms: 327220\n  end_ms: 329530\n- text: I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  start_ms: 329530\n  end_ms: 332510\n- text: All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  start_ms: 332510\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  start_ms: 334340\n  end_ms: 336980\n- text: I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  start_ms: 336980\n  end_ms: 338800\n- text: Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  start_ms: 338800\n  end_ms: 342080\n- text: I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  start_ms: 342080\n  end_ms: 345380\n- text: In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  start_ms: 345380\n  end_ms: 347350\n- text: And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  start_ms: 347350\n  end_ms: 349540\n- text: Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  start_ms: 349540\n  end_ms: 352390\n- text: No name, but it's no sublime\n  start_ms: 352390\n  end_ms: 354040\n- text: Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  start_ms: 354040\n  end_ms: 357610\n- text: Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  start_ms: 357610\n  end_ms: 360090\n- text: Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  start_ms: 360090\n  end_ms: 362450\n- text: Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  start_ms: 362450\n  end_ms: 364920\n- text: Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  start_ms: 364920\n  end_ms: 367620\n- text: Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 367620\n  end_ms: 370340\n- text: Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n  start_ms: 370340\n  end_ms: 373080\n- text: Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 373080\n  end_ms: 375640\n- text: Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  start_ms: 375640\n  end_ms: 378280\n- text: Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  start_ms: 378280\n  end_ms: 380340\n- text: He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  start_ms: 380340\n  end_ms: 382840\n- text: I suggest you ask 'em\n  start_ms: 382840\n  end_ms: 384490\n- text: If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  start_ms: 384490\n  end_ms: 388390\n- text: New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  start_ms: 388390\n  end_ms: 390650\n- text: Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  start_ms: 390650\n  end_ms: 393740\n- text: It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 393740\n  end_ms: 395710\n- text: Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 395710\n  end_ms: 398130\n- text: Still peelin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 398130\n  end_ms: 399660\n- text: And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  start_ms: 399660\n  end_ms: 403350\n- text: It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  start_ms: 403350\n  end_ms: 406150\n- text: Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  start_ms: 406150\n  end_ms: 408500\n- text: Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  start_ms: 408500\n  end_ms: 411060\n- text: Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  start_ms: 411060\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 416290\n- text: That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  start_ms: 416290\n  end_ms: 419460\n- text: Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 419460\n  end_ms: 421380\n- text: They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n  start_ms: 421380\n  end_ms: 426680\n- text: You got soul, got soul nigga\n  start_ms: 426680\n  end_ms: 430320\n- text: Small thing to a chime\n  start_ms: 430320\n  end_ms: 432230\n- text: Y'all wake up yet?\n  start_ms: 432230\n  end_ms: 433370\n- text: I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  start_ms: 433370\n  end_ms: 438570\n- text: All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  start_ms: 438570\n  end_ms: 441140\n- text: I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  start_ms: 441140\n  end_ms: 443960\n- text: What I gotta do?\n  start_ms: 443960\n  end_ms: 446210\n- text: Niggas step on it\n  start_ms: 446210\n  end_ms: 449270\n- text: I think the dreads is long overdue\n  start_ms: 449270\n  end_ms: 451790\n- text: New faces here, new faces here\n  start_ms: 451790\n  end_ms: 454060\n- text: A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 454060\n  end_ms: 459250\n- text: Show it, show it\n  start_ms: 459250\n  end_ms: 463440\n- text: Dead on, tag it on\n  start_ms: 463440\n  end_ms: 464340\n- text: Sing, sing\n  start_ms: 464340\n  end_ms: 467500\n- text: Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n  start_ms: 467500\n  end_ms: 473180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 473180\nplain: |-\n  God knows the fuck this is\n  This the woman on me\n  The criminals of y'all\n  This feel like sit on my throne music\n  The fuck is up with sumn'\n  It's that\n  It's that\n  It's that all the time, music\n\n  Biddy we up\n  Black boat\n  Just one at a time, y'all\n  Run through base niggas, goin' down\n  Run check my checks (goin' down)\n\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n  'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n  'Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  I'm in here, look here\n\n  Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggas get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  When opportunity start knockin'\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\n  He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\n  Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him (nah)\n\n  I dare niggas categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\n  Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine\n  Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\n  No name, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  Still peelin' it, nigga\n\n  And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\n  You got soul, got soul nigga\n  Small thing to a chime\n  Y'all wake up yet?\n  I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  What I gotta do?\n\n  Niggas step on it\n  I think the dreads is long overdue\n  New faces here, new faces here\n  A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  Show it, show it\n  Dead on, tag it on\n  Sing, sing\n  Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n"},{"id":8309541,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"Mood Muzik Vol. 2","duration":496.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\nBut I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shits contagious\nI'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit\nThe way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, anoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it\nCause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up\nA few stopped actin like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy\nCan't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggaz get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race\nSee I'm joggin\nOther niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\nHe is a problem, weavin and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin, I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"YES\" man, I'm a trend setter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\nDon't put niggaz in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use to ink like me\nNiggaz don't even THINK like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in\nWAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him\nI dare niggaz categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinking Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\nEach day there's a \"W\", it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagan\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to most, they still feelin' him out\nThings were type bland, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his\nPrime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nOn my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nChill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\nNo names, but it's no sublime\nNigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour pub still fucked, you a liar money\nJoe's still spendin \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em\nSome require these skills, I was born wit 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga\nStill peelin' it nigga\nIf I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga\nIt's that YAK music, don't know how to act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, out what they lack music\nSend my little man, get rid of the pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: Mood Muzik Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 496000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n  But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shits contagious\n  I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit\n  The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, anoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it\n  Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up\n  A few stopped actin like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy\n  Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggaz get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race\n  See I'm joggin\n  Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"YES\" man, I'm a trend setter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use to ink like me\n  Niggaz don't even THINK like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in\n  WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him\n  I dare niggaz categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinking Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  Each day there's a \"W\", it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to most, they still feelin' him out\n  Things were type bland, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his\n  Prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  No names, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your pub still fucked, you a liar money\n  Joe's still spendin \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga\n  Still peelin' it nigga\n  If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga\n  It's that YAK music, don't know how to act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, out what they lack music\n  Send my little man, get rid of the pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)\n"},{"id":30280960,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"New Jersey Drive Bootleg","duration":467.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God knows the fuck this is\nThis the woman on me\nThe criminals of y'all\nThis feel like sit on my throne music\nThe fuck is up with sumn'\nIt's that\nIt's that\nIt's that all the time, music\n\nBiddy we up\nBlack boat\nJust one at a time, y'all\nRun through base niggas, goin' down\nRun check my checks (goin' down)\n\nIt's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\nI'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\nI'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\n\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n'Cause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\nThere's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\nA few stopped actin' like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\nNow fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\nI'm in here, look here\n\nCan't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggas get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\nSee I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\nWhen opportunity start knockin'\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\nHe is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\nDon't put niggas in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\nWait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him (nah)\n\nI dare niggas categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinkin' Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\nEach day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\n\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to both, they still feelin' him out\nThings was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine\nUnless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2Pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nMan, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nTell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\nNo name, but it's no sublime\nNigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\nJoe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\nSome require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\nStill peelin' it, nigga\n\nAnd if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\nIt's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, got-what-they-lack music\nSend my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click-clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\nYou got soul, got soul nigga\nSmall thing to a chime\nY'all wake up yet?\nI've got more circles, way down the dope\nAll in the cracks, all in the cracks\nI wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\nWhat I gotta do?\n\nNiggas step on it\nI think the dreads is long overdue\nNew faces here, new faces here\nA new day 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pages\n[00:58.09] Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n[01:01.39] 'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n[01:04.09] Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n[01:06.52] I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n[01:08.93] Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n[01:11.59] See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n[01:14.55] I'm here just to lay out real shit\n[01:16.64] Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n[01:19.91] That shit got played out real quick\n[01:21.59] See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n[01:24.52] Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n[01:26.38] I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n[01:29.35] Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n[01:31.82] I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n[01:34.31] Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n[01:37.02] I heard it if you said it\n[01:38.19] You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n[01:42.17] 'Cause I remember clearly\n[01:43.55] Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n[01:45.14] There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n[01:47.51] See I remember shit spread like cancer\n[01:49.95] I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n[01:52.40] A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n[01:54.78] A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n[01:57.46] But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n[02:00.08] See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n[02:03.84] Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n[02:06.09] I'm in here, look here\n[02:07.72] Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n[02:10.75] I just let niggas get a head start\n[02:12.86] I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n[02:15.31] Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n[02:18.26] See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n[02:20.95] When opportunity start knockin'\n[02:23.34] You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n[02:25.69] It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n[02:28.34] He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n[02:30.89] Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n[02:33.62] I can't leave, even though it's big options\n[02:36.14] Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n[02:38.78] Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n[02:40.96] Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n[02:43.44] I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n[02:45.93] It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n[02:48.48] Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n[02:50.95] I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n[02:55.05] They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n[02:58.97] Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n[03:01.12] Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n[03:03.71] Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n[03:07.71] They want no parts with him (nah)\n[03:09.24] I dare niggas categorize me\n[03:11.46] If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n[03:14.12] I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n[03:16.62] Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n[03:19.73] I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n[03:21.91] I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n[03:24.37] See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n[03:25.82] Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n[03:29.53] Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n[03:32.03] I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n[03:34.68] R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n[03:37.05] Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n[03:39.99] Talk very fly\n[03:40.94] Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n[03:44.79] And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n[03:47.27] Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n[03:49.68] The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n[03:52.78] Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n[03:55.10] Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n[03:57.73] Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n[04:00.37] I'll sum it up to what he is about\n[04:02.56] Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n[04:05.16] Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n[04:07.61] I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n[04:10.64] Say it ain't so\n[04:11.92] Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n[04:15.87] So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n[04:17.81] I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n[04:20.35] As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n[04:22.88] So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n[04:25.63] About to OD, anybody that know me\n[04:27.89] Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n[04:30.75] More like '99\n[04:32.06] No names should be mentioned but mine\n[04:33.51] Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n[04:35.78] Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n[04:38.67] Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n[04:40.79] Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n[04:43.91] Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n[04:46.10] Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n[04:48.62] I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n[04:51.19] Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n[04:53.87] Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n[04:56.42] Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n[04:59.03] Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n[05:01.15] I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n[05:03.60] Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n[05:06.21] Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n[05:09.14] Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n[05:12.00] Rappers don't need trouble with I\n[05:13.94] Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n[05:16.52] Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n[05:19.07] If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n[05:21.51] See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n[05:23.93] Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n[05:27.22] Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n[05:29.53] I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n[05:32.51] All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n[05:34.34] Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n[05:36.98] I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n[05:38.80] Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n[05:42.08] I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n[05:45.38] In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n[05:47.35] And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n[05:49.54] Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n[05:52.39] No name, but it's no sublime\n[05:54.04] Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n[05:57.61] Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n[06:00.09] Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n[06:02.45] Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n[06:04.92] Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n[06:07.62] Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n[06:10.34] Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n[06:13.08] Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n[06:15.64] Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n[06:18.28] Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n[06:20.34] He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n[06:22.84] I suggest you ask 'em\n[06:24.49] If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n[06:28.39] New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n[06:30.65] Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n[06:33.74] It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n[06:35.71] Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n[06:38.13] Still peelin' it, nigga\n[06:39.66] And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n[06:43.35] It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n[06:46.15] Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n[06:48.50] Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n[06:51.06] Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n[06:53.50] That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n[06:56.29] That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n[06:59.46] Now who said they fuckin' with me\n[07:01.38] They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n[07:06.68] You got soul, got soul nigga\n[07:10.32] Small thing to a chime\n[07:12.23] Y'all wake up yet?\n[07:13.37] I've got more circles, way down the dope\n[07:18.57] All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n[07:21.14] I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n[07:23.96] What I gotta do?\n[07:26.21] Niggas step on it\n[07:29.27] I think the dreads is long overdue\n[07:31.79] New faces here, new faces here\n[07:34.06] A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n[07:39.25] Show it, show it\n[07:43.44] Dead on, tag it on\n[07:44.34] Sing, sing\n[07:47.50] Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n[07:53.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 123840\n- text: Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  start_ms: 123840\n  end_ms: 126090\n- text: I'm in here, look here\n  start_ms: 126090\n  end_ms: 127720\n- text: Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  start_ms: 127720\n  end_ms: 130750\n- text: I just let niggas get a head start\n  start_ms: 130750\n  end_ms: 132860\n- text: I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  start_ms: 132860\n  end_ms: 135310\n- text: Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  start_ms: 135310\n  end_ms: 138260\n- text: See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  start_ms: 138260\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: When opportunity start knockin'\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143340\n- text: You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  start_ms: 143340\n  end_ms: 145690\n- text: It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  start_ms: 145690\n  end_ms: 148340\n- text: He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  start_ms: 148340\n  end_ms: 150890\n- text: Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  start_ms: 150890\n  end_ms: 153620\n- text: I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  start_ms: 153620\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158780\n- text: Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  start_ms: 158780\n  end_ms: 160960\n- text: Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  start_ms: 160960\n  end_ms: 163440\n- text: I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  start_ms: 163440\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 175050\n- text: They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  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Grammy's\n  start_ms: 204370\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 209530\n- text: Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  start_ms: 209530\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 214680\n- text: R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  start_ms: 214680\n  end_ms: 217050\n- text: Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  start_ms: 217050\n  end_ms: 219990\n- text: Talk very fly\n  start_ms: 219990\n  end_ms: 220940\n- text: Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  start_ms: 220940\n  end_ms: 224790\n- text: And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  start_ms: 224790\n  end_ms: 227270\n- text: Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 229680\n- text: The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  start_ms: 229680\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 235100\n- text: Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  start_ms: 235100\n  end_ms: 237730\n- text: Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  start_ms: 237730\n  end_ms: 240370\n- text: I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  start_ms: 240370\n  end_ms: 242560\n- text: Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  start_ms: 242560\n  end_ms: 245160\n- text: Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  start_ms: 245160\n  end_ms: 247610\n- text: I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  start_ms: 247610\n  end_ms: 250640\n- text: Say it ain't so\n  start_ms: 250640\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 255870\n- text: So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  start_ms: 255870\n  end_ms: 257810\n- text: I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  start_ms: 257810\n  end_ms: 260350\n- text: As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  start_ms: 260350\n  end_ms: 262880\n- text: So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  start_ms: 262880\n  end_ms: 265630\n- text: About to OD, anybody that know me\n  start_ms: 265630\n  end_ms: 267890\n- text: Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  start_ms: 267890\n  end_ms: 270750\n- text: More like '99\n  start_ms: 270750\n  end_ms: 272060\n- text: No names should be mentioned but mine\n  start_ms: 272060\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 275780\n- text: Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  start_ms: 275780\n  end_ms: 278670\n- text: Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  start_ms: 278670\n  end_ms: 280790\n- text: Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  start_ms: 280790\n  end_ms: 283910\n- text: Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  start_ms: 283910\n  end_ms: 286100\n- text: Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  start_ms: 286100\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293870\n- text: Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  start_ms: 293870\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 299030\n- text: Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  start_ms: 299030\n  end_ms: 301150\n- text: I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  start_ms: 301150\n  end_ms: 303600\n- text: Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  start_ms: 303600\n  end_ms: 306210\n- text: Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  start_ms: 306210\n  end_ms: 309140\n- text: Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  start_ms: 309140\n  end_ms: 312000\n- text: Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  start_ms: 312000\n  end_ms: 313940\n- text: Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  start_ms: 313940\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319070\n- text: If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  start_ms: 319070\n  end_ms: 321510\n- text: See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  start_ms: 321510\n  end_ms: 323930\n- text: Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  start_ms: 323930\n  end_ms: 327220\n- text: Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  start_ms: 327220\n  end_ms: 329530\n- text: I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  start_ms: 329530\n  end_ms: 332510\n- text: All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  start_ms: 332510\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  start_ms: 334340\n  end_ms: 336980\n- text: I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  start_ms: 336980\n  end_ms: 338800\n- text: Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  start_ms: 338800\n  end_ms: 342080\n- text: I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  start_ms: 342080\n  end_ms: 345380\n- text: In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  start_ms: 345380\n  end_ms: 347350\n- text: And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  start_ms: 347350\n  end_ms: 349540\n- text: Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  start_ms: 349540\n  end_ms: 352390\n- text: No name, but it's no sublime\n  start_ms: 352390\n  end_ms: 354040\n- text: Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  start_ms: 354040\n  end_ms: 357610\n- text: Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  start_ms: 357610\n  end_ms: 360090\n- text: Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  start_ms: 360090\n  end_ms: 362450\n- text: Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  start_ms: 362450\n  end_ms: 364920\n- text: Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  start_ms: 364920\n  end_ms: 367620\n- text: Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 367620\n  end_ms: 370340\n- text: Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n  start_ms: 370340\n  end_ms: 373080\n- text: Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 373080\n  end_ms: 375640\n- text: Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  start_ms: 375640\n  end_ms: 378280\n- text: Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  start_ms: 378280\n  end_ms: 380340\n- text: He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  start_ms: 380340\n  end_ms: 382840\n- text: I suggest you ask 'em\n  start_ms: 382840\n  end_ms: 384490\n- text: If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  start_ms: 384490\n  end_ms: 388390\n- text: New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  start_ms: 388390\n  end_ms: 390650\n- text: Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  start_ms: 390650\n  end_ms: 393740\n- text: It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 393740\n  end_ms: 395710\n- text: Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 395710\n  end_ms: 398130\n- text: Still peelin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 398130\n  end_ms: 399660\n- text: And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  start_ms: 399660\n  end_ms: 403350\n- text: It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  start_ms: 403350\n  end_ms: 406150\n- text: Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  start_ms: 406150\n  end_ms: 408500\n- text: Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  start_ms: 408500\n  end_ms: 411060\n- text: Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  start_ms: 411060\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 416290\n- text: That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  start_ms: 416290\n  end_ms: 419460\n- text: Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 419460\n  end_ms: 421380\n- text: They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n  start_ms: 421380\n  end_ms: 426680\n- text: You got soul, got soul nigga\n  start_ms: 426680\n  end_ms: 430320\n- text: Small thing to a chime\n  start_ms: 430320\n  end_ms: 432230\n- text: Y'all wake up yet?\n  start_ms: 432230\n  end_ms: 433370\n- text: I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  start_ms: 433370\n  end_ms: 438570\n- text: All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  start_ms: 438570\n  end_ms: 441140\n- text: I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  start_ms: 441140\n  end_ms: 443960\n- text: What I gotta do?\n  start_ms: 443960\n  end_ms: 446210\n- text: Niggas step on it\n  start_ms: 446210\n  end_ms: 449270\n- text: I think the dreads is long overdue\n  start_ms: 449270\n  end_ms: 451790\n- text: New faces here, new faces here\n  start_ms: 451790\n  end_ms: 454060\n- text: A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 454060\n  end_ms: 459250\n- text: Show it, show it\n  start_ms: 459250\n  end_ms: 463440\n- text: Dead on, tag it on\n  start_ms: 463440\n  end_ms: 464340\n- text: Sing, sing\n  start_ms: 464340\n  end_ms: 467500\n- text: Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n  start_ms: 467500\n  end_ms: 473180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 473180\nplain: |-\n  God knows the fuck this is\n  This the woman on me\n  The criminals of y'all\n  This feel like sit on my throne music\n  The fuck is up with sumn'\n  It's that\n  It's that\n  It's that all the time, music\n\n  Biddy we up\n  Black boat\n  Just one at a time, y'all\n  Run through base niggas, goin' down\n  Run check my checks (goin' down)\n\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n  'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n  'Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  I'm in here, look here\n\n  Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggas get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  When opportunity start knockin'\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\n  He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\n  Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him (nah)\n\n  I dare niggas categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\n  Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine\n  Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\n  No name, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  Still peelin' it, nigga\n\n  And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\n  You got soul, got soul nigga\n  Small thing to a chime\n  Y'all wake up yet?\n  I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  What I gotta do?\n\n  Niggas step on it\n  I think the dreads is long overdue\n  New faces here, new faces here\n  A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  Show it, show it\n  Dead on, tag it on\n  Sing, sing\n  Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n"},{"id":30915077,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"Mood Muzik 1","duration":466.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God knows the fuck this is\nThis the woman on me\nThe criminals of y'all\nThis feel like sit on my throne music\nThe fuck is up with sumn'\nIt's that\nIt's that\nIt's that all the time, music\n\nBiddy we up\nBlack boat\nJust one at a time, y'all\nRun through base niggas, goin' down\nRun check my checks (goin' down)\n\nIt's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\nI'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\nI'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\n\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n'Cause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\nThere's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\nA few stopped actin' like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\nNow fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\nI'm in here, look here\n\nCan't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggas get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\nSee I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\nWhen opportunity start knockin'\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\nHe is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\nDon't put niggas in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\nWait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him (nah)\n\nI dare niggas categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinkin' Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\nEach day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\n\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to both, they still feelin' him out\nThings was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine\nUnless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2Pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nMan, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nTell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\nNo name, but it's no sublime\nNigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\nJoe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\nSome require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\nStill peelin' it, nigga\n\nAnd if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\nIt's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, got-what-they-lack music\nSend my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click-clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\nYou got soul, got soul nigga\nSmall thing to a chime\nY'all wake up yet?\nI've got more circles, way down the dope\nAll in the cracks, all in the cracks\nI wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\nWhat I gotta do?\n\nNiggas step on it\nI think the dreads is long overdue\nNew faces here, new faces here\nA new day in Empire, uh, uh\nShow it, show it\nDead on, tag it on\nSing, sing\nAight, give me one more track after, after...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.98] God knows the fuck this is\n[00:06.16] This the woman on me\n[00:08.60] The criminals of y'all\n[00:11.04] This feel like sit on my throne music\n[00:13.77] The fuck is up with sumn'\n[00:18.07] It's that\n[00:19.46] It's that\n[00:21.34] It's that all the time, music\n[00:24.65] Biddy we up\n[00:28.15] Black boat\n[00:29.61] Just one at a time, y'all\n[00:32.27] Run through base niggas, goin' down\n[00:37.28] Run check my checks (goin' down)\n[00:40.01] It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n[00:43.58] Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n[00:46.45] I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n[00:48.41] The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n[00:51.23] And I can't take this\n[00:52.51] If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n[00:56.27] And everything I say in these pages\n[00:58.09] Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n[01:01.39] 'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n[01:04.09] Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n[01:06.52] I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n[01:08.93] Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n[01:11.59] See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n[01:14.55] I'm here just to lay out real shit\n[01:16.64] Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n[01:19.91] That shit got played out real quick\n[01:21.59] See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n[01:24.52] Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n[01:26.38] I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n[01:29.35] Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n[01:31.82] I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n[01:34.31] Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n[01:37.02] I heard it if you said it\n[01:38.19] You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n[01:42.17] 'Cause I remember clearly\n[01:43.55] Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n[01:45.14] There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n[01:47.51] See I remember shit spread like cancer\n[01:49.95] I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n[01:52.40] A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n[01:54.78] A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n[01:57.46] But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n[02:00.08] See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n[02:03.84] Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n[02:06.09] I'm in here, look here\n[02:07.72] Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n[02:10.75] I just let niggas get a head start\n[02:12.86] I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n[02:15.31] Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n[02:18.26] See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n[02:20.95] When opportunity start knockin'\n[02:23.34] You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n[02:25.69] It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n[02:28.34] He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n[02:30.89] Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n[02:33.62] I can't leave, even though it's big options\n[02:36.14] Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n[02:38.78] Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n[02:40.96] Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n[02:43.44] I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n[02:45.93] It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n[02:48.48] Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n[02:50.95] I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n[02:55.05] They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n[02:58.97] Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n[03:01.12] Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n[03:03.71] Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n[03:07.71] They want no parts with him (nah)\n[03:09.24] I dare niggas categorize me\n[03:11.46] If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n[03:14.12] I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n[03:16.62] Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n[03:19.73] I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n[03:21.91] I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n[03:24.37] See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n[03:25.82] Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n[03:29.53] Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n[03:32.03] I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n[03:34.68] R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n[03:37.05] Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n[03:39.99] Talk very fly\n[03:40.94] Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n[03:44.79] And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n[03:47.27] Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n[03:49.68] The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n[03:52.78] Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n[03:55.10] Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n[03:57.73] Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n[04:00.37] I'll sum it up to what he is about\n[04:02.56] Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n[04:05.16] Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n[04:07.61] I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n[04:10.64] Say it ain't so\n[04:11.92] Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n[04:15.87] So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n[04:17.81] I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n[04:20.35] As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n[04:22.88] So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n[04:25.63] About to OD, anybody that know me\n[04:27.89] Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n[04:30.75] More like '99\n[04:32.06] No names should be mentioned but mine\n[04:33.51] Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n[04:35.78] Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n[04:38.67] Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n[04:40.79] Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n[04:43.91] Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n[04:46.10] Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n[04:48.62] I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n[04:51.19] Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n[04:53.87] Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n[04:56.42] Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n[04:59.03] Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n[05:01.15] I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n[05:03.60] Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n[05:06.21] Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n[05:09.14] Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n[05:12.00] Rappers don't need trouble with I\n[05:13.94] Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n[05:16.52] Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n[05:19.07] If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n[05:21.51] See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n[05:23.93] Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n[05:27.22] Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n[05:29.53] I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n[05:32.51] All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n[05:34.34] Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n[05:36.98] I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n[05:38.80] Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n[05:42.08] I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n[05:45.38] In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n[05:47.35] And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n[05:49.54] Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n[05:52.39] No name, but it's no sublime\n[05:54.04] Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n[05:57.61] Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n[06:00.09] Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n[06:02.45] Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n[06:04.92] Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n[06:07.62] Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n[06:10.34] Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n[06:13.08] Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n[06:15.64] Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n[06:18.28] Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n[06:20.34] He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n[06:22.84] I suggest you ask 'em\n[06:24.49] If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n[06:28.39] New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n[06:30.65] Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n[06:33.74] It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n[06:35.71] Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n[06:38.13] Still peelin' it, nigga\n[06:39.66] And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n[06:43.35] It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n[06:46.15] Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n[06:48.50] Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n[06:51.06] Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n[06:53.50] That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n[06:56.29] That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n[06:59.46] Now who said they fuckin' with me\n[07:01.38] They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n[07:06.68] You got soul, got soul nigga\n[07:10.32] Small thing to a chime\n[07:12.23] Y'all wake up yet?\n[07:13.37] I've got more circles, way down the dope\n[07:18.57] All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n[07:21.14] I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n[07:23.96] What I gotta do?\n[07:26.21] Niggas step on it\n[07:29.27] I think the dreads is long overdue\n[07:31.79] New faces here, new faces here\n[07:34.06] A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n[07:39.25] Show it, show it\n[07:43.44] Dead on, tag it on\n[07:44.34] Sing, sing\n[07:47.50] Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n[07:53.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: Mood Muzik 1\n  duration_ms: 466000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: God knows the fuck this is\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 6160\n- text: This the woman on me\n  start_ms: 6160\n  end_ms: 8600\n- text: The criminals of y'all\n  start_ms: 8600\n  end_ms: 11040\n- text: This feel like sit on my throne music\n  start_ms: 11040\n  end_ms: 13770\n- text: The fuck is up with sumn'\n  start_ms: 13770\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: It's that\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 19460\n- text: It's that\n  start_ms: 19460\n  end_ms: 21340\n- text: It's that all the 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165930\n- text: It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 175050\n- text: They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  start_ms: 175050\n  end_ms: 178970\n- text: Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  start_ms: 178970\n  end_ms: 181120\n- text: Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  start_ms: 181120\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 187710\n- text: They want no parts with him (nah)\n  start_ms: 187710\n  end_ms: 189240\n- text: I dare niggas categorize me\n  start_ms: 189240\n  end_ms: 191460\n- text: If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  start_ms: 191460\n  end_ms: 194120\n- text: I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  start_ms: 194120\n  end_ms: 196620\n- text: Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  start_ms: 196620\n  end_ms: 199730\n- text: I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  start_ms: 199730\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 204370\n- text: See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  start_ms: 204370\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 209530\n- text: Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  start_ms: 209530\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 214680\n- text: R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  start_ms: 214680\n  end_ms: 217050\n- text: Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  start_ms: 217050\n  end_ms: 219990\n- text: Talk very fly\n  start_ms: 219990\n  end_ms: 220940\n- text: Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  start_ms: 220940\n  end_ms: 224790\n- text: And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  start_ms: 224790\n  end_ms: 227270\n- text: Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 229680\n- text: The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  start_ms: 229680\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 235100\n- text: Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  start_ms: 235100\n  end_ms: 237730\n- text: Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  start_ms: 237730\n  end_ms: 240370\n- text: I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  start_ms: 240370\n  end_ms: 242560\n- text: Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  start_ms: 242560\n  end_ms: 245160\n- text: Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  start_ms: 245160\n  end_ms: 247610\n- text: I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  start_ms: 247610\n  end_ms: 250640\n- text: Say it ain't so\n  start_ms: 250640\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 255870\n- text: So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  start_ms: 255870\n  end_ms: 257810\n- text: I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  start_ms: 257810\n  end_ms: 260350\n- text: As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  start_ms: 260350\n  end_ms: 262880\n- text: So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  start_ms: 262880\n  end_ms: 265630\n- text: About to OD, anybody that know me\n  start_ms: 265630\n  end_ms: 267890\n- text: Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  start_ms: 267890\n  end_ms: 270750\n- text: More like '99\n  start_ms: 270750\n  end_ms: 272060\n- text: No names should be mentioned but mine\n  start_ms: 272060\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 275780\n- text: Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  start_ms: 275780\n  end_ms: 278670\n- text: Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  start_ms: 278670\n  end_ms: 280790\n- text: Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  start_ms: 280790\n  end_ms: 283910\n- text: Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  start_ms: 283910\n  end_ms: 286100\n- text: Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  start_ms: 286100\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293870\n- text: Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  start_ms: 293870\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 299030\n- text: Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  start_ms: 299030\n  end_ms: 301150\n- text: I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  start_ms: 301150\n  end_ms: 303600\n- text: Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  start_ms: 303600\n  end_ms: 306210\n- text: Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  start_ms: 306210\n  end_ms: 309140\n- text: Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  start_ms: 309140\n  end_ms: 312000\n- text: Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  start_ms: 312000\n  end_ms: 313940\n- text: Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  start_ms: 313940\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319070\n- text: If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  start_ms: 319070\n  end_ms: 321510\n- text: See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  start_ms: 321510\n  end_ms: 323930\n- text: Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  start_ms: 323930\n  end_ms: 327220\n- text: Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  start_ms: 327220\n  end_ms: 329530\n- text: I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  start_ms: 329530\n  end_ms: 332510\n- text: All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  start_ms: 332510\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  start_ms: 334340\n  end_ms: 336980\n- text: I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  start_ms: 336980\n  end_ms: 338800\n- text: Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  start_ms: 338800\n  end_ms: 342080\n- text: I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  start_ms: 342080\n  end_ms: 345380\n- text: In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  start_ms: 345380\n  end_ms: 347350\n- text: And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  start_ms: 347350\n  end_ms: 349540\n- text: Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  start_ms: 349540\n  end_ms: 352390\n- text: No name, but it's no sublime\n  start_ms: 352390\n  end_ms: 354040\n- text: Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  start_ms: 354040\n  end_ms: 357610\n- text: Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  start_ms: 357610\n  end_ms: 360090\n- text: Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  start_ms: 360090\n  end_ms: 362450\n- text: Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  start_ms: 362450\n  end_ms: 364920\n- text: Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  start_ms: 364920\n  end_ms: 367620\n- text: Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 367620\n  end_ms: 370340\n- text: Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n  start_ms: 370340\n  end_ms: 373080\n- text: Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 373080\n  end_ms: 375640\n- text: Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  start_ms: 375640\n  end_ms: 378280\n- text: Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  start_ms: 378280\n  end_ms: 380340\n- text: He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  start_ms: 380340\n  end_ms: 382840\n- text: I suggest you ask 'em\n  start_ms: 382840\n  end_ms: 384490\n- text: If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  start_ms: 384490\n  end_ms: 388390\n- text: New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  start_ms: 388390\n  end_ms: 390650\n- text: Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  start_ms: 390650\n  end_ms: 393740\n- text: It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 393740\n  end_ms: 395710\n- text: Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 395710\n  end_ms: 398130\n- text: Still peelin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 398130\n  end_ms: 399660\n- text: And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  start_ms: 399660\n  end_ms: 403350\n- text: It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  start_ms: 403350\n  end_ms: 406150\n- text: Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  start_ms: 406150\n  end_ms: 408500\n- text: Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  start_ms: 408500\n  end_ms: 411060\n- text: Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  start_ms: 411060\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 416290\n- text: That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  start_ms: 416290\n  end_ms: 419460\n- text: Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 419460\n  end_ms: 421380\n- text: They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n  start_ms: 421380\n  end_ms: 426680\n- text: You got soul, got soul nigga\n  start_ms: 426680\n  end_ms: 430320\n- text: Small thing to a chime\n  start_ms: 430320\n  end_ms: 432230\n- text: Y'all wake up yet?\n  start_ms: 432230\n  end_ms: 433370\n- text: I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  start_ms: 433370\n  end_ms: 438570\n- text: All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  start_ms: 438570\n  end_ms: 441140\n- text: I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  start_ms: 441140\n  end_ms: 443960\n- text: What I gotta do?\n  start_ms: 443960\n  end_ms: 446210\n- text: Niggas step on it\n  start_ms: 446210\n  end_ms: 449270\n- text: I think the dreads is long overdue\n  start_ms: 449270\n  end_ms: 451790\n- text: New faces here, new faces here\n  start_ms: 451790\n  end_ms: 454060\n- text: A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 454060\n  end_ms: 459250\n- text: Show it, show it\n  start_ms: 459250\n  end_ms: 463440\n- text: Dead on, tag it on\n  start_ms: 463440\n  end_ms: 464340\n- text: Sing, sing\n  start_ms: 464340\n  end_ms: 467500\n- text: Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n  start_ms: 467500\n  end_ms: 473180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 473180\nplain: |-\n  God knows the fuck this is\n  This the woman on me\n  The criminals of y'all\n  This feel like sit on my throne music\n  The fuck is up with sumn'\n  It's that\n  It's that\n  It's that all the time, music\n\n  Biddy we up\n  Black boat\n  Just one at a time, y'all\n  Run through base niggas, goin' down\n  Run check my checks (goin' down)\n\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n  'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n  'Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  I'm in here, look here\n\n  Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggas get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  When opportunity start knockin'\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\n  He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\n  Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him (nah)\n\n  I dare niggas categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\n  Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine\n  Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\n  No name, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  Still peelin' it, nigga\n\n  And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\n  You got soul, got soul nigga\n  Small thing to a chime\n  Y'all wake up yet?\n  I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  What I gotta do?\n\n  Niggas step on it\n  I think the dreads is long overdue\n  New faces here, new faces here\n  A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  Show it, show it\n  Dead on, tag it on\n  Sing, sing\n  Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n"},{"id":20165348,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?","duration":466.364082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God knows the fuck this is\nThis the woman on me\nThe criminals of y'all\nThis feel like sit on my throne music\nThe fuck is up with sumn'\nIt's that\nIt's that\nIt's that all the time, music\n\nBiddy we up\nBlack boat\nJust one at a time, y'all\nRun through base niggas, goin' down\nRun check my checks (goin' down)\n\nIt's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\nI'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\nI'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\n\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n'Cause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\nThere's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\nA few stopped actin' like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\nNow fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\nI'm in here, look here\n\nCan't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggas get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\nSee I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\nWhen opportunity start knockin'\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\nHe is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\nDon't put niggas in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\nWait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him (nah)\n\nI dare niggas categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinkin' Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\nEach day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\n\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to both, they still feelin' him out\nThings was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine\nUnless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2Pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nMan, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nTell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\nNo name, but it's no sublime\nNigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\nJoe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\nSome require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\nStill peelin' it, nigga\n\nAnd if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\nIt's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, got-what-they-lack music\nSend my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click-clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\nYou got soul, got soul nigga\nSmall thing to a chime\nY'all wake up yet?\nI've got more circles, way down the dope\nAll in the cracks, all in the cracks\nI wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\nWhat I gotta do?\n\nNiggas step on it\nI think the dreads is long overdue\nNew faces here, new faces here\nA new day in Empire, uh, uh\nShow it, show it\nDead on, tag it on\nSing, sing\nAight, give me one more track after, after...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.98] God knows the fuck this is\n[00:06.16] This the woman on me\n[00:08.60] The criminals of y'all\n[00:11.04] This feel like sit on my throne music\n[00:13.77] The fuck is up with sumn'\n[00:18.07] It's that\n[00:19.46] It's that\n[00:21.34] It's that all the time, music\n[00:24.65] Biddy we up\n[00:28.15] Black boat\n[00:29.61] Just one at a time, y'all\n[00:32.27] Run through base niggas, goin' down\n[00:37.28] Run check my checks (goin' down)\n[00:40.01] It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n[00:43.58] Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n[00:46.45] I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n[00:48.41] The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n[00:51.23] And I can't take this\n[00:52.51] If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n[00:56.27] And everything I say in these pages\n[00:58.09] Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n[01:01.39] 'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n[01:04.09] Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n[01:06.52] I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n[01:08.93] Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n[01:11.59] See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n[01:14.55] I'm here just to lay out real shit\n[01:16.64] Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n[01:19.91] That shit got played out real quick\n[01:21.59] See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n[01:24.52] Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n[01:26.38] I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n[01:29.35] Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n[01:31.82] I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n[01:34.31] Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n[01:37.02] I heard it if you said it\n[01:38.19] You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n[01:42.17] 'Cause I remember clearly\n[01:43.55] Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n[01:45.14] There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n[01:47.51] See I remember shit spread like cancer\n[01:49.95] I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n[01:52.40] A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n[01:54.78] A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n[01:57.46] But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n[02:00.08] See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n[02:03.84] Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n[02:06.09] I'm in here, look here\n[02:07.72] Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n[02:10.75] I just let niggas get a head start\n[02:12.86] I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n[02:15.31] Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n[02:18.26] See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n[02:20.95] When opportunity start knockin'\n[02:23.34] You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n[02:25.69] It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n[02:28.34] He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n[02:30.89] Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n[02:33.62] I can't leave, even though it's big options\n[02:36.14] Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n[02:38.78] Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n[02:40.96] Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n[02:43.44] I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n[02:45.93] It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n[02:48.48] Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n[02:50.95] I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n[02:55.05] They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n[02:58.97] Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n[03:01.12] Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n[03:03.71] Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n[03:07.71] They want no parts with him (nah)\n[03:09.24] I dare niggas categorize me\n[03:11.46] If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n[03:14.12] I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n[03:16.62] Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n[03:19.73] I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n[03:21.91] I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n[03:24.37] See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n[03:25.82] Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n[03:29.53] Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n[03:32.03] I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n[03:34.68] R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n[03:37.05] Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n[03:39.99] Talk very fly\n[03:40.94] Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n[03:44.79] And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n[03:47.27] Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n[03:49.68] The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n[03:52.78] Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n[03:55.10] Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n[03:57.73] Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n[04:00.37] I'll sum it up to what he is about\n[04:02.56] Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n[04:05.16] Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n[04:07.61] I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n[04:10.64] Say it ain't so\n[04:11.92] Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n[04:15.87] So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n[04:17.81] I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n[04:20.35] As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n[04:22.88] So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n[04:25.63] About to OD, anybody that know me\n[04:27.89] Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n[04:30.75] More like '99\n[04:32.06] No names should be mentioned but mine\n[04:33.51] Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n[04:35.78] Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n[04:38.67] Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n[04:40.79] Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n[04:43.91] Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n[04:46.10] Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n[04:48.62] I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n[04:51.19] Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n[04:53.87] Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n[04:56.42] Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n[04:59.03] Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n[05:01.15] I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n[05:03.60] Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n[05:06.21] Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n[05:09.14] Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n[05:12.00] Rappers don't need trouble with I\n[05:13.94] Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n[05:16.52] Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n[05:19.07] If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n[05:21.51] See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n[05:23.93] Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n[05:27.22] Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n[05:29.53] I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n[05:32.51] All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n[05:34.34] Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n[05:36.98] I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n[05:38.80] Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n[05:42.08] I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n[05:45.38] In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n[05:47.35] And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n[05:49.54] Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n[05:52.39] No name, but it's no sublime\n[05:54.04] Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n[05:57.61] Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n[06:00.09] Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n[06:02.45] Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n[06:04.92] Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n[06:07.62] Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n[06:10.34] Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n[06:13.08] Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n[06:15.64] Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n[06:18.28] Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n[06:20.34] He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n[06:22.84] I suggest you ask 'em\n[06:24.49] If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n[06:28.39] New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n[06:30.65] Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n[06:33.74] It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n[06:35.71] Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n[06:38.13] Still peelin' it, nigga\n[06:39.66] And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n[06:43.35] It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n[06:46.15] Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n[06:48.50] Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n[06:51.06] Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n[06:53.50] That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n[06:56.29] That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n[06:59.46] Now who said they fuckin' with me\n[07:01.38] They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n[07:06.68] You got soul, got soul nigga\n[07:10.32] Small thing to a chime\n[07:12.23] Y'all wake up yet?\n[07:13.37] I've got more circles, way down the dope\n[07:18.57] All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n[07:21.14] I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n[07:23.96] What I gotta do?\n[07:26.21] Niggas step on it\n[07:29.27] I think the dreads is long overdue\n[07:31.79] New faces here, new faces here\n[07:34.06] A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n[07:39.25] Show it, show it\n[07:43.44] Dead on, tag it on\n[07:44.34] Sing, sing\n[07:47.50] Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n[07:53.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: 'Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?'\n  duration_ms: 466364\n  instrumental: 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43580\n- text: Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  start_ms: 43580\n  end_ms: 46450\n- text: I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  start_ms: 46450\n  end_ms: 48410\n- text: The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  start_ms: 48410\n  end_ms: 51230\n- text: And I can't take this\n  start_ms: 51230\n  end_ms: 52510\n- text: If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  start_ms: 52510\n  end_ms: 56270\n- text: And everything I say in these pages\n  start_ms: 56270\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 61390\n- text: '''Cause I''ll be debatin'' it, it''s a bit outragous'\n  start_ms: 61390\n  end_ms: 64090\n- text: Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  start_ms: 64090\n  end_ms: 66520\n- text: I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  start_ms: 66520\n  end_ms: 68930\n- text: Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  start_ms: 68930\n  end_ms: 71590\n- text: See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  start_ms: 71590\n  end_ms: 74550\n- text: I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  start_ms: 74550\n  end_ms: 76640\n- text: Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  start_ms: 76640\n  end_ms: 79910\n- text: That shit got played out real quick\n  start_ms: 79910\n  end_ms: 81590\n- text: See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  start_ms: 81590\n  end_ms: 84520\n- text: Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  start_ms: 84520\n  end_ms: 86380\n- text: I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  start_ms: 86380\n  end_ms: 89350\n- text: Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  start_ms: 89350\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 94310\n- text: Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  start_ms: 94310\n  end_ms: 97020\n- text: I heard it if you said it\n  start_ms: 97020\n  end_ms: 98190\n- text: You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n  start_ms: 98190\n  end_ms: 102170\n- text: '''Cause I remember clearly'\n  start_ms: 102170\n  end_ms: 103550\n- text: Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  start_ms: 103550\n  end_ms: 105140\n- text: There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  start_ms: 105140\n  end_ms: 107510\n- text: See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  start_ms: 107510\n  end_ms: 109950\n- text: I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  start_ms: 109950\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  start_ms: 112400\n  end_ms: 114780\n- text: A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 117460\n- text: But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n  start_ms: 117460\n  end_ms: 120080\n- text: See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 123840\n- text: Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  start_ms: 123840\n  end_ms: 126090\n- text: I'm in here, look here\n  start_ms: 126090\n  end_ms: 127720\n- text: Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  start_ms: 127720\n  end_ms: 130750\n- text: I just let niggas get a head start\n  start_ms: 130750\n  end_ms: 132860\n- text: I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  start_ms: 132860\n  end_ms: 135310\n- text: Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  start_ms: 135310\n  end_ms: 138260\n- text: See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  start_ms: 138260\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: When opportunity start knockin'\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143340\n- text: You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  start_ms: 143340\n  end_ms: 145690\n- text: It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  start_ms: 145690\n  end_ms: 148340\n- text: He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  start_ms: 148340\n  end_ms: 150890\n- text: Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  start_ms: 150890\n  end_ms: 153620\n- text: I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  start_ms: 153620\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158780\n- text: Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  start_ms: 158780\n  end_ms: 160960\n- text: Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  start_ms: 160960\n  end_ms: 163440\n- text: I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  start_ms: 163440\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 175050\n- text: They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  start_ms: 175050\n  end_ms: 178970\n- text: Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  start_ms: 178970\n  end_ms: 181120\n- text: Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  start_ms: 181120\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 187710\n- text: They want no parts with him (nah)\n  start_ms: 187710\n  end_ms: 189240\n- text: I dare niggas categorize me\n  start_ms: 189240\n  end_ms: 191460\n- text: If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  start_ms: 191460\n  end_ms: 194120\n- text: I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  start_ms: 194120\n  end_ms: 196620\n- text: Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  start_ms: 196620\n  end_ms: 199730\n- text: I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  start_ms: 199730\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 204370\n- text: See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  start_ms: 204370\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 209530\n- text: Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  start_ms: 209530\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 214680\n- text: R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  start_ms: 214680\n  end_ms: 217050\n- text: Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  start_ms: 217050\n  end_ms: 219990\n- text: Talk very fly\n  start_ms: 219990\n  end_ms: 220940\n- text: Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  start_ms: 220940\n  end_ms: 224790\n- text: And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  start_ms: 224790\n  end_ms: 227270\n- text: Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 229680\n- text: The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  start_ms: 229680\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 235100\n- text: Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  start_ms: 235100\n  end_ms: 237730\n- text: Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  start_ms: 237730\n  end_ms: 240370\n- text: I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  start_ms: 240370\n  end_ms: 242560\n- text: Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  start_ms: 242560\n  end_ms: 245160\n- text: Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  start_ms: 245160\n  end_ms: 247610\n- text: I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  start_ms: 247610\n  end_ms: 250640\n- text: Say it ain't so\n  start_ms: 250640\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 255870\n- text: So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  start_ms: 255870\n  end_ms: 257810\n- text: I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  start_ms: 257810\n  end_ms: 260350\n- text: As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  start_ms: 260350\n  end_ms: 262880\n- text: So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  start_ms: 262880\n  end_ms: 265630\n- text: About to OD, anybody that know me\n  start_ms: 265630\n  end_ms: 267890\n- text: Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  start_ms: 267890\n  end_ms: 270750\n- text: More like '99\n  start_ms: 270750\n  end_ms: 272060\n- text: No names should be mentioned but mine\n  start_ms: 272060\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 275780\n- text: Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  start_ms: 275780\n  end_ms: 278670\n- text: Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  start_ms: 278670\n  end_ms: 280790\n- text: Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  start_ms: 280790\n  end_ms: 283910\n- text: Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  start_ms: 283910\n  end_ms: 286100\n- text: Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  start_ms: 286100\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293870\n- text: Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  start_ms: 293870\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 299030\n- text: Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  start_ms: 299030\n  end_ms: 301150\n- text: I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  start_ms: 301150\n  end_ms: 303600\n- text: Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  start_ms: 303600\n  end_ms: 306210\n- text: Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  start_ms: 306210\n  end_ms: 309140\n- text: Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  start_ms: 309140\n  end_ms: 312000\n- text: Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  start_ms: 312000\n  end_ms: 313940\n- text: Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  start_ms: 313940\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319070\n- text: If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  start_ms: 319070\n  end_ms: 321510\n- text: See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  start_ms: 321510\n  end_ms: 323930\n- text: Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  start_ms: 323930\n  end_ms: 327220\n- text: Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  start_ms: 327220\n  end_ms: 329530\n- text: I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  start_ms: 329530\n  end_ms: 332510\n- text: All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  start_ms: 332510\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  start_ms: 334340\n  end_ms: 336980\n- text: I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  start_ms: 336980\n  end_ms: 338800\n- text: Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  start_ms: 338800\n  end_ms: 342080\n- text: I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  start_ms: 342080\n  end_ms: 345380\n- text: In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  start_ms: 345380\n  end_ms: 347350\n- text: And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  start_ms: 347350\n  end_ms: 349540\n- text: Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  start_ms: 349540\n  end_ms: 352390\n- text: No name, but it's no sublime\n  start_ms: 352390\n  end_ms: 354040\n- text: Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  start_ms: 354040\n  end_ms: 357610\n- text: Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  start_ms: 357610\n  end_ms: 360090\n- text: Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  start_ms: 360090\n  end_ms: 362450\n- text: Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  start_ms: 362450\n  end_ms: 364920\n- text: Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  start_ms: 364920\n  end_ms: 367620\n- text: Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 367620\n  end_ms: 370340\n- text: Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n  start_ms: 370340\n  end_ms: 373080\n- text: Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 373080\n  end_ms: 375640\n- text: Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  start_ms: 375640\n  end_ms: 378280\n- text: Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  start_ms: 378280\n  end_ms: 380340\n- text: He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  start_ms: 380340\n  end_ms: 382840\n- text: I suggest you ask 'em\n  start_ms: 382840\n  end_ms: 384490\n- text: If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  start_ms: 384490\n  end_ms: 388390\n- text: New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  start_ms: 388390\n  end_ms: 390650\n- text: Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  start_ms: 390650\n  end_ms: 393740\n- text: It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 393740\n  end_ms: 395710\n- text: Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 395710\n  end_ms: 398130\n- text: Still peelin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 398130\n  end_ms: 399660\n- text: And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  start_ms: 399660\n  end_ms: 403350\n- text: It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  start_ms: 403350\n  end_ms: 406150\n- text: Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  start_ms: 406150\n  end_ms: 408500\n- text: Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  start_ms: 408500\n  end_ms: 411060\n- text: Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  start_ms: 411060\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 416290\n- text: That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  start_ms: 416290\n  end_ms: 419460\n- text: Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 419460\n  end_ms: 421380\n- text: They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n  start_ms: 421380\n  end_ms: 426680\n- text: You got soul, got soul nigga\n  start_ms: 426680\n  end_ms: 430320\n- text: Small 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467500\n  end_ms: 473180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 473180\nplain: |-\n  God knows the fuck this is\n  This the woman on me\n  The criminals of y'all\n  This feel like sit on my throne music\n  The fuck is up with sumn'\n  It's that\n  It's that\n  It's that all the time, music\n\n  Biddy we up\n  Black boat\n  Just one at a time, y'all\n  Run through base niggas, goin' down\n  Run check my checks (goin' down)\n\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n  'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n  'Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  I'm in here, look here\n\n  Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggas get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  When opportunity start knockin'\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\n  He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\n  Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him (nah)\n\n  I dare niggas categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\n  Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine\n  Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\n  No name, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  Still peelin' it, nigga\n\n  And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\n  You got soul, got soul nigga\n  Small thing to a chime\n  Y'all wake up yet?\n  I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  What I gotta do?\n\n  Niggas step on it\n  I think the dreads is long overdue\n  New faces here, new faces here\n  A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  Show it, show it\n  Dead on, tag it on\n  Sing, sing\n  Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n"},{"id":19233147,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"New Jersey Drive","duration":467.382857,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God knows the fuck this is\nThis the woman on me\nThe criminals of y'all\nThis feel like sit on my throne music\nThe fuck is up with sumn'\nIt's that\nIt's that\nIt's that all the time, music\n\nBiddy we up\nBlack boat\nJust one at a time, y'all\nRun through base niggas, goin' down\nRun check my checks (goin' down)\n\nIt's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\nI'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\nI'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\n\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n'Cause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\nThere's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\nA few stopped actin' like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\nNow fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\nI'm in here, look here\n\nCan't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggas get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\nSee I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\nWhen opportunity start knockin'\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\nHe is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\nDon't put niggas in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\nWait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him (nah)\n\nI dare niggas categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinkin' Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\nEach day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\n\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to both, they still feelin' him out\nThings was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine\nUnless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2Pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nMan, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nTell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\nNo name, but it's no sublime\nNigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\nJoe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\nSome require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\nStill peelin' it, nigga\n\nAnd if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\nIt's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, got-what-they-lack music\nSend my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click-clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\nYou got soul, got soul nigga\nSmall thing to a chime\nY'all wake up yet?\nI've got more circles, way down the dope\nAll in the cracks, all in the cracks\nI wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\nWhat I gotta do?\n\nNiggas step on it\nI think the dreads is long overdue\nNew faces here, new faces here\nA new day in Empire, uh, uh\nShow it, show it\nDead on, tag it on\nSing, sing\nAight, give me one more track after, after...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.98] God knows the fuck this is\n[00:06.16] This the woman on me\n[00:08.60] The criminals of y'all\n[00:11.04] This feel like sit on my throne music\n[00:13.77] The fuck is up with sumn'\n[00:18.07] It's that\n[00:19.46] It's that\n[00:21.34] It's that all the time, music\n[00:24.65] Biddy we up\n[00:28.15] Black boat\n[00:29.61] Just one at a time, y'all\n[00:32.27] Run through base niggas, goin' down\n[00:37.28] Run check my checks (goin' down)\n[00:40.01] It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n[00:43.58] Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n[00:46.45] I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n[00:48.41] The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n[00:51.23] And I can't take this\n[00:52.51] If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n[00:56.27] And everything I say in these pages\n[00:58.09] Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n[01:01.39] 'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n[01:04.09] Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n[01:06.52] I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n[01:08.93] Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n[01:11.59] See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n[01:14.55] I'm here just to lay out real shit\n[01:16.64] Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n[01:19.91] That shit got played out real quick\n[01:21.59] See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n[01:24.52] Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n[01:26.38] I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n[01:29.35] Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n[01:31.82] I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n[01:34.31] Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n[01:37.02] I heard it if you said it\n[01:38.19] You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n[01:42.17] 'Cause I remember clearly\n[01:43.55] Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n[01:45.14] There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n[01:47.51] See I remember shit spread like cancer\n[01:49.95] I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n[01:52.40] A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n[01:54.78] A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n[01:57.46] But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n[02:00.08] See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n[02:03.84] Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n[02:06.09] I'm in here, look here\n[02:07.72] Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n[02:10.75] I just let niggas get a head start\n[02:12.86] I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n[02:15.31] Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n[02:18.26] See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n[02:20.95] When opportunity start knockin'\n[02:23.34] You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n[02:25.69] It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n[02:28.34] He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n[02:30.89] Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n[02:33.62] I can't leave, even though it's big options\n[02:36.14] Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n[02:38.78] Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n[02:40.96] Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n[02:43.44] I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n[02:45.93] It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n[02:48.48] Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n[02:50.95] I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n[02:55.05] They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n[02:58.97] Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n[03:01.12] Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n[03:03.71] Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n[03:07.71] They want no parts with him (nah)\n[03:09.24] I dare niggas categorize me\n[03:11.46] If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n[03:14.12] I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n[03:16.62] Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n[03:19.73] I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n[03:21.91] I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n[03:24.37] See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n[03:25.82] Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n[03:29.53] Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n[03:32.03] I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n[03:34.68] R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n[03:37.05] Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n[03:39.99] Talk very fly\n[03:40.94] Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n[03:44.79] And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n[03:47.27] Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n[03:49.68] The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n[03:52.78] Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n[03:55.10] Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n[03:57.73] Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n[04:00.37] I'll sum it up to what he is about\n[04:02.56] Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n[04:05.16] Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n[04:07.61] I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n[04:10.64] Say it ain't so\n[04:11.92] Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n[04:15.87] So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n[04:17.81] I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n[04:20.35] As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n[04:22.88] So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n[04:25.63] About to OD, anybody that know me\n[04:27.89] Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n[04:30.75] More like '99\n[04:32.06] No names should be mentioned but mine\n[04:33.51] Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n[04:35.78] Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n[04:38.67] Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n[04:40.79] Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n[04:43.91] Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n[04:46.10] Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n[04:48.62] I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n[04:51.19] Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n[04:53.87] Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n[04:56.42] Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n[04:59.03] Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n[05:01.15] I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n[05:03.60] Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n[05:06.21] Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n[05:09.14] Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n[05:12.00] Rappers don't need trouble with I\n[05:13.94] Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n[05:16.52] Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n[05:19.07] If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n[05:21.51] See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n[05:23.93] Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n[05:27.22] Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n[05:29.53] I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n[05:32.51] All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n[05:34.34] Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n[05:36.98] I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n[05:38.80] Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n[05:42.08] I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n[05:45.38] In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n[05:47.35] And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n[05:49.54] Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n[05:52.39] No name, but it's no sublime\n[05:54.04] Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n[05:57.61] Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n[06:00.09] Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n[06:02.45] Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n[06:04.92] Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n[06:07.62] Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n[06:10.34] Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n[06:13.08] Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n[06:15.64] Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n[06:18.28] Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n[06:20.34] He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n[06:22.84] I suggest you ask 'em\n[06:24.49] If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n[06:28.39] New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n[06:30.65] Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n[06:33.74] It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n[06:35.71] Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n[06:38.13] Still peelin' it, nigga\n[06:39.66] And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n[06:43.35] It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n[06:46.15] Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n[06:48.50] Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n[06:51.06] Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n[06:53.50] That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n[06:56.29] That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n[06:59.46] Now who said they fuckin' with me\n[07:01.38] They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n[07:06.68] You got soul, got soul nigga\n[07:10.32] Small thing to a chime\n[07:12.23] Y'all wake up yet?\n[07:13.37] I've got more circles, way down the dope\n[07:18.57] All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n[07:21.14] I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n[07:23.96] What I gotta do?\n[07:26.21] Niggas step on it\n[07:29.27] I think the dreads is long overdue\n[07:31.79] New faces here, new faces here\n[07:34.06] A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n[07:39.25] Show it, show it\n[07:43.44] Dead on, tag it on\n[07:44.34] Sing, sing\n[07:47.50] Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n[07:53.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: New Jersey Drive\n  duration_ms: 467383\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: God knows the fuck this is\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 6160\n- text: This the woman on me\n  start_ms: 6160\n  end_ms: 8600\n- text: The criminals of y'all\n  start_ms: 8600\n  end_ms: 11040\n- text: This feel like sit on my throne music\n  start_ms: 11040\n  end_ms: 13770\n- text: The fuck is up with sumn'\n  start_ms: 13770\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: It's that\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 19460\n- text: It's that\n  start_ms: 19460\n  end_ms: 21340\n- text: It's that all the time, music\n  start_ms: 21340\n  end_ms: 24650\n- text: Biddy we up\n  start_ms: 24650\n  end_ms: 28150\n- text: Black boat\n  start_ms: 28150\n  end_ms: 29610\n- text: Just one at a time, y'all\n  start_ms: 29610\n  end_ms: 32270\n- text: Run through base niggas, goin' down\n  start_ms: 32270\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: Run check my checks (goin' down)\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40010\n- text: It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  start_ms: 40010\n  end_ms: 43580\n- text: Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  start_ms: 43580\n  end_ms: 46450\n- text: I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  start_ms: 46450\n  end_ms: 48410\n- text: The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  start_ms: 48410\n  end_ms: 51230\n- text: And I can't take this\n  start_ms: 51230\n  end_ms: 52510\n- text: If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  start_ms: 52510\n  end_ms: 56270\n- text: And everything I say in these pages\n  start_ms: 56270\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 61390\n- text: '''Cause I''ll be debatin'' it, it''s a bit outragous'\n  start_ms: 61390\n  end_ms: 64090\n- text: Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  start_ms: 64090\n  end_ms: 66520\n- text: I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  start_ms: 66520\n  end_ms: 68930\n- text: Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  start_ms: 68930\n  end_ms: 71590\n- text: See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  start_ms: 71590\n  end_ms: 74550\n- text: I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  start_ms: 74550\n  end_ms: 76640\n- text: Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  start_ms: 76640\n  end_ms: 79910\n- text: That shit got played out real quick\n  start_ms: 79910\n  end_ms: 81590\n- text: See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  start_ms: 81590\n  end_ms: 84520\n- text: Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  start_ms: 84520\n  end_ms: 86380\n- text: I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  start_ms: 86380\n  end_ms: 89350\n- text: Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  start_ms: 89350\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 94310\n- text: Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  start_ms: 94310\n  end_ms: 97020\n- text: I heard it if you said it\n  start_ms: 97020\n  end_ms: 98190\n- text: You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n  start_ms: 98190\n  end_ms: 102170\n- text: '''Cause I remember clearly'\n  start_ms: 102170\n  end_ms: 103550\n- text: Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  start_ms: 103550\n  end_ms: 105140\n- text: There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  start_ms: 105140\n  end_ms: 107510\n- text: See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  start_ms: 107510\n  end_ms: 109950\n- text: I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  start_ms: 109950\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  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knockin'\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143340\n- text: You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  start_ms: 143340\n  end_ms: 145690\n- text: It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  start_ms: 145690\n  end_ms: 148340\n- text: He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  start_ms: 148340\n  end_ms: 150890\n- text: Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  start_ms: 150890\n  end_ms: 153620\n- text: I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  start_ms: 153620\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158780\n- text: Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  start_ms: 158780\n  end_ms: 160960\n- text: Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  start_ms: 160960\n  end_ms: 163440\n- text: I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  start_ms: 163440\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: Don't put niggas in the same 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(no)\n  start_ms: 196620\n  end_ms: 199730\n- text: I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  start_ms: 199730\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 204370\n- text: See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  start_ms: 204370\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 209530\n- text: Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  start_ms: 209530\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 214680\n- text: R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  start_ms: 214680\n  end_ms: 217050\n- text: Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  start_ms: 217050\n  end_ms: 219990\n- text: Talk very fly\n  start_ms: 219990\n  end_ms: 220940\n- text: Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  start_ms: 220940\n  end_ms: 224790\n- text: And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n 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some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 255870\n- text: So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  start_ms: 255870\n  end_ms: 257810\n- text: I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  start_ms: 257810\n  end_ms: 260350\n- text: As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  start_ms: 260350\n  end_ms: 262880\n- text: So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  start_ms: 262880\n  end_ms: 265630\n- text: About to OD, anybody that know me\n  start_ms: 265630\n  end_ms: 267890\n- text: Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  start_ms: 267890\n  end_ms: 270750\n- text: More like '99\n  start_ms: 270750\n  end_ms: 272060\n- text: No names should be mentioned but mine\n  start_ms: 272060\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 275780\n- text: Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  start_ms: 275780\n  end_ms: 278670\n- text: Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  start_ms: 278670\n  end_ms: 280790\n- text: Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  start_ms: 280790\n  end_ms: 283910\n- text: Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  start_ms: 283910\n  end_ms: 286100\n- text: Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  start_ms: 286100\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293870\n- text: Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  start_ms: 293870\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 299030\n- text: Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  start_ms: 299030\n  end_ms: 301150\n- text: I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  start_ms: 301150\n  end_ms: 303600\n- text: Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  start_ms: 303600\n  end_ms: 306210\n- text: Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  start_ms: 306210\n  end_ms: 309140\n- text: Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  start_ms: 309140\n  end_ms: 312000\n- text: Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  start_ms: 312000\n  end_ms: 313940\n- text: Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  start_ms: 313940\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319070\n- text: If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  start_ms: 319070\n  end_ms: 321510\n- text: See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  start_ms: 321510\n  end_ms: 323930\n- text: Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  start_ms: 323930\n  end_ms: 327220\n- text: Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  start_ms: 327220\n  end_ms: 329530\n- text: I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  start_ms: 329530\n  end_ms: 332510\n- text: All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  start_ms: 332510\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Heat on him, no 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Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n  'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n  'Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  I'm in here, look here\n\n  Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggas get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  When opportunity start knockin'\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\n  He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\n  Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him (nah)\n\n  I dare niggas categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\n  Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine\n  Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\n  No name, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  Still peelin' it, nigga\n\n  And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\n  You got soul, got soul nigga\n  Small thing to a chime\n  Y'all wake up yet?\n  I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  What I gotta do?\n\n  Niggas step on it\n  I think the dreads is long overdue\n  New faces here, new faces here\n  A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  Show it, show it\n  Dead on, tag it on\n  Sing, sing\n  Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n"},{"id":25529314,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"Mood Muzik 2","duration":466.394187,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\nBut I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shits contagious\nI'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit\nThe way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, anoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it\nCause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up\nA few stopped actin like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy\nCan't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggaz get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race\nSee I'm joggin\nOther niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\nHe is a problem, weavin and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin, I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"YES\" man, I'm a trend setter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\nDon't put niggaz in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use to ink like me\nNiggaz don't even THINK like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in\nWAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him\nI dare niggaz categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinking Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\nEach day there's a \"W\", it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagan\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to most, they still feelin' him out\nThings were type bland, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his\nPrime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nOn my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nChill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\nNo names, but it's no sublime\nNigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour pub still fucked, you a liar money\nJoe's still spendin \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em\nSome require these skills, I was born wit 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga\nStill peelin' it nigga\nIf I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga\nIt's that YAK music, don't know how to act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, out what they lack music\nSend my little man, get rid of the pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: Mood Muzik 2\n  duration_ms: 466394\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n  But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shits contagious\n  I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit\n  The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, anoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it\n  Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up\n  A few stopped actin like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy\n  Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggaz get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race\n  See I'm joggin\n  Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"YES\" man, I'm a trend setter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use to ink like me\n  Niggaz don't even THINK like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in\n  WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him\n  I dare niggaz categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinking Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n  Each day there's a \"W\", it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to most, they still feelin' him out\n  Things were type bland, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his\n  Prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  No names, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your pub still fucked, you a liar money\n  Joe's still spendin \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga\n  Still peelin' it nigga\n  If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga\n  It's that YAK music, don't know how to act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, out what they lack music\n  Send my little man, get rid of the pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)\n"},{"id":27943174,"name":"Dumb Out","trackName":"Dumb Out","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"Growth Of A Legend (The Complete Collection)","duration":466.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God knows the fuck this is\nThis the woman on me\nThe criminals of y'all\nThis feel like sit on my throne music\nThe fuck is up with sumn'\nIt's that\nIt's that\nIt's that all the time, music\n\nBiddy we up\nBlack boat\nJust one at a time, y'all\nRun through base niggas, goin' down\nRun check my checks (goin' down)\n\nIt's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\nConscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\nI'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\nThe red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\nAnd I can't take this\nIf the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\nAnd everything I say in these pages\nIs straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\nLike it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\nI'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\nMaybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\nSee I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\nI'm here just to lay out real shit\nBesides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\nThat shit got played out real quick\n\nSee some wrote him off, some said he was done\nMade a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\nI don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\nFans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\nI had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\nRappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\nI heard it if you said it\nYou wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n'Cause I remember clearly\nOnce \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\nThere's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\nSee I remember shit spread like cancer\nI would call folks said, folk ain't answer\nA few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\nA few stopped actin' like my private dancer\nBut a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\nSee there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\nNow fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\nI'm in here, look here\n\nCan't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\nI just let niggas get a head start\nI walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\nNah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\nSee I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\nWhen opportunity start knockin'\nYou got the crown, pass off like Stockton\nIt's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\nHe is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\nThrough the speculation that his label tried to drop him\nI can't leave, even though it's big options\nKev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\nDon't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\nStuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\nI'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\nIt's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\nDon't put niggas in the same sink as me\nI mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\nThey don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\nWho sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\nDon't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\nWait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\nThey want no parts with him (nah)\n\nI dare niggas categorize me\nIf my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\nI been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\nDon't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\nI had other ideas, while hittin' loot\nI'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\nSee I'm thinkin' Grammy's\nSunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\nEach day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\nI'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\nR&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\nGave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\nTalk very fly\nLeast until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\nAnd these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\nTrying to sound like somebody that already died\n\nThe kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\nYour first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\nNow if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\nLet me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\nI'll sum it up to what he is about\nStill new to both, they still feelin' him out\nThings was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\nI'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\nSay it ain't so\nRest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\nSo live, who can see 'em, no guy\nI'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\nAs ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\nSo if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\nAbout to OD, anybody that know me\nCan tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\nMore like '99\nNo names should be mentioned but mine\nUnless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\nMaybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\nOr 2Pac without Humpty around\nOr 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\nCam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\nBeans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\nI'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\nEm before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\nCanibus, no album out before the L shit\nTalkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\nOr Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\nI do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\nTalkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\nMan, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\nLike back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\nRappers don't need trouble with I\nUnless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\nOr Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\nIf they any less common, don't put 'em before me\nSee, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\nTell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\nFuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\nI call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\nAll black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\nHeat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\nI toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\nAin't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\nI probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\nIn the streets, like I ain't some big star\nAnd these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\nLike leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\nNo name, but it's no sublime\nNigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\nYour buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\nJoe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\nGlock for hire money, don't try to mug me\nCall ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\nPlease, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\nAin't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\nSome require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\nStreet's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\nJump Off, I'm the best to happen\nHe's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\nI suggest you ask 'em\nIf Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\nNew dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\nSome were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\nIt's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\nCold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\nStill peelin' it, nigga\n\nAnd if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\nIt's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\nGettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\nCar jack music, got-what-they-lack music\nSend my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\nThat I'm back music, that click-clack music\nThat A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\nNow who said they fuckin' with me\nThey just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\nYou got soul, got soul nigga\nSmall thing to a chime\nY'all wake up yet?\nI've got more circles, way down the dope\nAll in the cracks, all in the cracks\nI wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\nWhat I gotta do?\n\nNiggas step on it\nI think the dreads is long overdue\nNew faces here, new faces here\nA new day in Empire, uh, uh\nShow it, show it\nDead on, tag it on\nSing, sing\nAight, give me one more track after, after...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.98] God knows the fuck this is\n[00:06.16] This the woman on me\n[00:08.60] The criminals of y'all\n[00:11.04] This feel like sit on my throne music\n[00:13.77] The fuck is up with sumn'\n[00:18.07] It's that\n[00:19.46] It's that\n[00:21.34] It's that all the time, music\n[00:24.65] Biddy we up\n[00:28.15] Black boat\n[00:29.61] Just one at a time, y'all\n[00:32.27] Run through base niggas, goin' down\n[00:37.28] Run check my checks (goin' down)\n[00:40.01] It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n[00:43.58] Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n[00:46.45] I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n[00:48.41] The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n[00:51.23] And I can't take this\n[00:52.51] If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n[00:56.27] And everything I say in these pages\n[00:58.09] Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n[01:01.39] 'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n[01:04.09] Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n[01:06.52] I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n[01:08.93] Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n[01:11.59] See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n[01:14.55] I'm here just to lay out real shit\n[01:16.64] Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n[01:19.91] That shit got played out real quick\n[01:21.59] See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n[01:24.52] Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n[01:26.38] I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n[01:29.35] Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n[01:31.82] I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n[01:34.31] Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n[01:37.02] I heard it if you said it\n[01:38.19] You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n[01:42.17] 'Cause I remember clearly\n[01:43.55] Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n[01:45.14] There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n[01:47.51] See I remember shit spread like cancer\n[01:49.95] I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n[01:52.40] A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n[01:54.78] A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n[01:57.46] But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n[02:00.08] See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n[02:03.84] Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n[02:06.09] I'm in here, look here\n[02:07.72] Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n[02:10.75] I just let niggas get a head start\n[02:12.86] I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n[02:15.31] Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n[02:18.26] See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n[02:20.95] When opportunity start knockin'\n[02:23.34] You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n[02:25.69] It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n[02:28.34] He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n[02:30.89] Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n[02:33.62] I can't leave, even though it's big options\n[02:36.14] Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n[02:38.78] Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n[02:40.96] Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n[02:43.44] I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n[02:45.93] It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n[02:48.48] Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n[02:50.95] I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n[02:55.05] They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n[02:58.97] Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n[03:01.12] Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n[03:03.71] Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n[03:07.71] They want no parts with him (nah)\n[03:09.24] I dare niggas categorize me\n[03:11.46] If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n[03:14.12] I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n[03:16.62] Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n[03:19.73] I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n[03:21.91] I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n[03:24.37] See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n[03:25.82] Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n[03:29.53] Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n[03:32.03] I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n[03:34.68] R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n[03:37.05] Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n[03:39.99] Talk very fly\n[03:40.94] Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n[03:44.79] And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n[03:47.27] Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n[03:49.68] The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n[03:52.78] Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n[03:55.10] Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n[03:57.73] Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n[04:00.37] I'll sum it up to what he is about\n[04:02.56] Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n[04:05.16] Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n[04:07.61] I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n[04:10.64] Say it ain't so\n[04:11.92] Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n[04:15.87] So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n[04:17.81] I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n[04:20.35] As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n[04:22.88] So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n[04:25.63] About to OD, anybody that know me\n[04:27.89] Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n[04:30.75] More like '99\n[04:32.06] No names should be mentioned but mine\n[04:33.51] Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n[04:35.78] Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n[04:38.67] Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n[04:40.79] Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n[04:43.91] Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n[04:46.10] Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n[04:48.62] I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n[04:51.19] Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n[04:53.87] Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n[04:56.42] Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n[04:59.03] Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n[05:01.15] I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n[05:03.60] Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n[05:06.21] Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n[05:09.14] Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n[05:12.00] Rappers don't need trouble with I\n[05:13.94] Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n[05:16.52] Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n[05:19.07] If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n[05:21.51] See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n[05:23.93] Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n[05:27.22] Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n[05:29.53] I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n[05:32.51] All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n[05:34.34] Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n[05:36.98] I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n[05:38.80] Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n[05:42.08] I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n[05:45.38] In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n[05:47.35] And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n[05:49.54] Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n[05:52.39] No name, but it's no sublime\n[05:54.04] Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n[05:57.61] Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n[06:00.09] Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n[06:02.45] Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n[06:04.92] Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n[06:07.62] Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n[06:10.34] Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n[06:13.08] Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n[06:15.64] Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n[06:18.28] Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n[06:20.34] He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n[06:22.84] I suggest you ask 'em\n[06:24.49] If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n[06:28.39] New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n[06:30.65] Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n[06:33.74] It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n[06:35.71] Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n[06:38.13] Still peelin' it, nigga\n[06:39.66] And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n[06:43.35] It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n[06:46.15] Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n[06:48.50] Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n[06:51.06] Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n[06:53.50] That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n[06:56.29] That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n[06:59.46] Now who said they fuckin' with me\n[07:01.38] They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n[07:06.68] You got soul, got soul nigga\n[07:10.32] Small thing to a chime\n[07:12.23] Y'all wake up yet?\n[07:13.37] I've got more circles, way down the dope\n[07:18.57] All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n[07:21.14] I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n[07:23.96] What I gotta do?\n[07:26.21] Niggas step on it\n[07:29.27] I think the dreads is long overdue\n[07:31.79] New faces here, new faces here\n[07:34.06] A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n[07:39.25] Show it, show it\n[07:43.44] Dead on, tag it on\n[07:44.34] Sing, sing\n[07:47.50] Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n[07:53.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dumb Out\n  artist: Joe Budden\n  album: Growth Of A Legend (The Complete Collection)\n  duration_ms: 466000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: God knows the fuck this is\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 6160\n- text: This the woman on me\n  start_ms: 6160\n  end_ms: 8600\n- text: The criminals of y'all\n  start_ms: 8600\n  end_ms: 11040\n- text: This feel like sit on my throne music\n  start_ms: 11040\n  end_ms: 13770\n- text: The fuck is up with sumn'\n  start_ms: 13770\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: It's that\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 19460\n- text: It's that\n  start_ms: 19460\n  end_ms: 21340\n- text: It's that all the time, music\n  start_ms: 21340\n  end_ms: 24650\n- text: Biddy we up\n  start_ms: 24650\n  end_ms: 28150\n- text: Black boat\n  start_ms: 28150\n  end_ms: 29610\n- text: Just one at a 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debatin'' it, it''s a bit outragous'\n  start_ms: 61390\n  end_ms: 64090\n- text: Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  start_ms: 64090\n  end_ms: 66520\n- text: I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  start_ms: 66520\n  end_ms: 68930\n- text: Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  start_ms: 68930\n  end_ms: 71590\n- text: See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  start_ms: 71590\n  end_ms: 74550\n- text: I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  start_ms: 74550\n  end_ms: 76640\n- text: Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  start_ms: 76640\n  end_ms: 79910\n- text: That shit got played out real quick\n  start_ms: 79910\n  end_ms: 81590\n- text: See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  start_ms: 81590\n  end_ms: 84520\n- text: Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  start_ms: 84520\n  end_ms: 86380\n- text: I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  start_ms: 86380\n  end_ms: 89350\n- text: Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  start_ms: 89350\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 94310\n- text: Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  start_ms: 94310\n  end_ms: 97020\n- text: I heard it if you said it\n  start_ms: 97020\n  end_ms: 98190\n- text: You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n  start_ms: 98190\n  end_ms: 102170\n- text: '''Cause I remember clearly'\n  start_ms: 102170\n  end_ms: 103550\n- text: Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  start_ms: 103550\n  end_ms: 105140\n- text: There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  start_ms: 105140\n  end_ms: 107510\n- text: See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  start_ms: 107510\n  end_ms: 109950\n- text: I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  start_ms: 109950\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  start_ms: 112400\n  end_ms: 114780\n- text: A few stopped 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got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  start_ms: 143340\n  end_ms: 145690\n- text: It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n  start_ms: 145690\n  end_ms: 148340\n- text: He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  start_ms: 148340\n  end_ms: 150890\n- text: Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  start_ms: 150890\n  end_ms: 153620\n- text: I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  start_ms: 153620\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158780\n- text: Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  start_ms: 158780\n  end_ms: 160960\n- text: Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  start_ms: 160960\n  end_ms: 163440\n- text: I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  start_ms: 163440\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: I 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like somebody that already died\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 229680\n- text: The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  start_ms: 229680\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 235100\n- text: Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  start_ms: 235100\n  end_ms: 237730\n- text: Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  start_ms: 237730\n  end_ms: 240370\n- text: I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  start_ms: 240370\n  end_ms: 242560\n- text: Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  start_ms: 242560\n  end_ms: 245160\n- text: Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  start_ms: 245160\n  end_ms: 247610\n- text: I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n  start_ms: 247610\n  end_ms: 250640\n- text: Say it ain't so\n  start_ms: 250640\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 255870\n- text: So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  start_ms: 255870\n  end_ms: 257810\n- text: I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  start_ms: 257810\n  end_ms: 260350\n- text: As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  start_ms: 260350\n  end_ms: 262880\n- text: So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  start_ms: 262880\n  end_ms: 265630\n- text: About to OD, anybody that know me\n  start_ms: 265630\n  end_ms: 267890\n- text: Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n  start_ms: 267890\n  end_ms: 270750\n- text: More like '99\n  start_ms: 270750\n  end_ms: 272060\n- text: No names should be mentioned but mine\n  start_ms: 272060\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 275780\n- text: Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  start_ms: 275780\n  end_ms: 278670\n- text: Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  start_ms: 278670\n  end_ms: 280790\n- text: Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  start_ms: 280790\n  end_ms: 283910\n- text: Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  start_ms: 283910\n  end_ms: 286100\n- text: Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  start_ms: 286100\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293870\n- text: Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  start_ms: 293870\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 299030\n- text: Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  start_ms: 299030\n  end_ms: 301150\n- text: I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  start_ms: 301150\n  end_ms: 303600\n- text: Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  start_ms: 303600\n  end_ms: 306210\n- text: Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  start_ms: 306210\n  end_ms: 309140\n- text: Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n  start_ms: 309140\n  end_ms: 312000\n- text: Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  start_ms: 312000\n  end_ms: 313940\n- text: Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  start_ms: 313940\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319070\n- text: If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  start_ms: 319070\n  end_ms: 321510\n- text: See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  start_ms: 321510\n  end_ms: 323930\n- text: Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  start_ms: 323930\n  end_ms: 327220\n- text: Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  start_ms: 327220\n  end_ms: 329530\n- text: I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n  start_ms: 329530\n  end_ms: 332510\n- text: All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  start_ms: 332510\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  start_ms: 334340\n  end_ms: 336980\n- text: I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  start_ms: 336980\n  end_ms: 338800\n- text: Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  start_ms: 338800\n  end_ms: 342080\n- text: I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  start_ms: 342080\n  end_ms: 345380\n- text: In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  start_ms: 345380\n  end_ms: 347350\n- text: And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  start_ms: 347350\n  end_ms: 349540\n- text: Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n  start_ms: 349540\n  end_ms: 352390\n- text: No name, but it's no sublime\n  start_ms: 352390\n  end_ms: 354040\n- text: Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  start_ms: 354040\n  end_ms: 357610\n- text: Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  start_ms: 357610\n  end_ms: 360090\n- text: Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  start_ms: 360090\n  end_ms: 362450\n- text: Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  start_ms: 362450\n  end_ms: 364920\n- text: Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  start_ms: 364920\n  end_ms: 367620\n- text: Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 367620\n  end_ms: 370340\n- text: Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n  start_ms: 370340\n  end_ms: 373080\n- text: Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  start_ms: 373080\n  end_ms: 375640\n- text: Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  start_ms: 375640\n  end_ms: 378280\n- text: Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  start_ms: 378280\n  end_ms: 380340\n- text: He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  start_ms: 380340\n  end_ms: 382840\n- text: I suggest you ask 'em\n  start_ms: 382840\n  end_ms: 384490\n- text: If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n  start_ms: 384490\n  end_ms: 388390\n- text: New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  start_ms: 388390\n  end_ms: 390650\n- text: Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  start_ms: 390650\n  end_ms: 393740\n- text: It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 393740\n  end_ms: 395710\n- text: Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 395710\n  end_ms: 398130\n- text: Still peelin' it, nigga\n  start_ms: 398130\n  end_ms: 399660\n- text: And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  start_ms: 399660\n  end_ms: 403350\n- text: It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  start_ms: 403350\n  end_ms: 406150\n- text: Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  start_ms: 406150\n  end_ms: 408500\n- text: Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  start_ms: 408500\n  end_ms: 411060\n- text: Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  start_ms: 411060\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 416290\n- text: That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  start_ms: 416290\n  end_ms: 419460\n- text: Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 419460\n  end_ms: 421380\n- text: They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n  start_ms: 421380\n  end_ms: 426680\n- text: You got soul, got soul nigga\n  start_ms: 426680\n  end_ms: 430320\n- text: Small thing to a chime\n  start_ms: 430320\n  end_ms: 432230\n- text: Y'all wake up yet?\n  start_ms: 432230\n  end_ms: 433370\n- text: I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  start_ms: 433370\n  end_ms: 438570\n- text: All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  start_ms: 438570\n  end_ms: 441140\n- text: I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  start_ms: 441140\n  end_ms: 443960\n- text: What I gotta do?\n  start_ms: 443960\n  end_ms: 446210\n- text: Niggas step on it\n  start_ms: 446210\n  end_ms: 449270\n- text: I think the dreads is long overdue\n  start_ms: 449270\n  end_ms: 451790\n- text: New faces here, new faces here\n  start_ms: 451790\n  end_ms: 454060\n- text: A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 454060\n  end_ms: 459250\n- text: Show it, show it\n  start_ms: 459250\n  end_ms: 463440\n- text: Dead on, tag it on\n  start_ms: 463440\n  end_ms: 464340\n- text: Sing, sing\n  start_ms: 464340\n  end_ms: 467500\n- text: Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n  start_ms: 467500\n  end_ms: 473180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 473180\nplain: |-\n  God knows the fuck this is\n  This the woman on me\n  The criminals of y'all\n  This feel like sit on my throne music\n  The fuck is up with sumn'\n  It's that\n  It's that\n  It's that all the time, music\n\n  Biddy we up\n  Black boat\n  Just one at a time, y'all\n  Run through base niggas, goin' down\n  Run check my checks (goin' down)\n\n  It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream\n  Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing\n  I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness\n  The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix\n  And I can't take this\n  If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift\n  And everything I say in these pages\n  Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this\n\n  'Cause I'll be debatin' it, it's a bit outragous\n  Like it's an air virus, and this shit's contagious\n  I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this\n  Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on a spaceship\n  See I was on my stay out chill shit, the way Mouse kills shit\n  I'm here just to lay out real shit\n  Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims\n  That shit got played out real quick\n\n  See some wrote him off, some said he was done\n  Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run\n  I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo\n  Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun\n  I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat\n  Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet\n  I heard it if you said it\n  You wrote it online then I read it, now I match it nigga, bet it\n\n  'Cause I remember clearly\n  Once \"Pump It Up\" stop soarin'\n  There's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'\n  See I remember shit spread like cancer\n  I would call folks said, folk ain't answer\n  A few chicks runnin' started pullin' they pants up\n  A few stopped actin' like my private dancer\n  But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me\n  See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy, but I\n  Now fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy, young, and fine\n  I'm in here, look here\n\n  Can't be finished (nah), what nigga I beg ya pard'\n  I just let niggas get a head start\n  I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase\n  Nah, spead out pace, and I'll still win the race, yuh\n  See I'm joggin', other niggas legs starts wobblin'\n  When opportunity start knockin'\n  You got the crown, pass off like Stockton\n  It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in\n\n  He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'\n  Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him\n  I can't leave, even though it's big options\n  Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'\n  Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better\n  Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater\n  I'm far from a \"yes man\", I'm a trendsetter\n  It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta\n\n  Don't put niggas in the same sink as me\n  I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit\n  They don't use the ink like me, niggas don't even think like me\n  Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'\n  Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in\n  Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in\n  They want no parts with him (nah)\n\n  I dare niggas categorize me\n  If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me\n  I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards\n  Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours (no)\n  I had other ideas, while hittin' loot\n  I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit\n  See I'm thinkin' Grammy's\n  Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy\n\n  Each day there's a \"W\", and it felt like heaven\n  I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'\n  R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon\n  Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin\n  Talk very fly\n  Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war ready's in my eyes\n  And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx\n  Trying to sound like somebody that already died\n\n  The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em\n  Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em\n  Now if you don't sell five mill', they had enough of 'em\n  Let me find out if Hip Hop's turnin' Republican\n  I'll sum it up to what he is about\n  Still new to both, they still feelin' him out\n  Things was type blam, Joey seasoned him out\n  I'm the nicest dude out since \"Reasonable Doubt\"\n\n  Say it ain't so\n  Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low, oh\n  So live, who can see 'em, no guy\n  I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05\n  As ill as the flow gets, need a pillar, don't snitch\n  So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06\n  About to OD, anybody that know me\n  Can tell you I'm 'bout to make shit feel like it's '03\n\n  More like '99\n  No names should be mentioned but mine\n  Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime\n  Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around\n  Or 2Pac without Humpty around\n  Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song\n  Cam'ron during \"Children Of The Corn\"\n  Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em\n  I'm talkin' '95, Big L before they killed 'em\n\n  Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit\n  Canibus, no album out before the L shit\n  Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke\n  Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost\n  I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game\n  Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name\n  Man, on my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit\n  Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit\n\n  Rappers don't need trouble with I\n  Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I\n  Or Talib with Mos, Common before \"Be\"\n  If they any less common, don't put 'em before me\n  See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet\n  Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit\n  Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit\n  I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit\n\n  All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd\n  Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out\n  I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh\n  Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth\n  I probably fool cats, 'cause I don't ride out in some big car\n  In the streets, like I ain't some big star\n  And these young motherfuckers, is about to fuck up\n  Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car\n\n  No name, but it's no sublime\n  Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far\n  Your buzz still fucked, you a liar, money\n  Joe's still spendin' \"Pump It Up\", \"Fire\" money\n  Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me\n  Call ass cap, hey he be at mine for money\n  Please, what's wrong wit' 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit' 'em\n  Ain't too many dudes out there, outperforming 'em\n\n  Some require these skills, I was born wit' 'em\n  Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit' 'em?\n  Jump Off, I'm the best to happen\n  He's the answer, the who's got next in rappin'\n  I suggest you ask 'em\n  If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin\n\n  New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's\n  Some were Top 20, 'til I crept right past 'em\n  It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it, nigga\n  Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it, nigga\n  Still peelin' it, nigga\n\n  And if I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Dilinger, nigga\n  It's that jax music, don't-know-how-to-act music\n  Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out \"Crack Music\"\n  Car jack music, got-what-they-lack music\n  Send my little man, get-rid-of-the-pack music\n  That I'm back music, that click-clack music\n  That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music\n  Now who said they fuckin' with me\n  They just said they're fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it, nah\n\n  You got soul, got soul nigga\n  Small thing to a chime\n  Y'all wake up yet?\n  I've got more circles, way down the dope\n  All in the cracks, all in the cracks\n  I wake niggas up, get 'em up, fuck, fuck\n  What I gotta do?\n\n  Niggas step on it\n  I think the dreads is long overdue\n  New faces here, new faces here\n  A new day in Empire, uh, uh\n  Show it, show it\n  Dead on, tag it on\n  Sing, sing\n  Aight, give me one more track after, after...\n"}]