[{"id":12004346,"name":"Prometheus","trackName":"Prometheus","artistName":"KXNG Crooked","albumName":"Sex, Money & Hip-Hop","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Follow me...\n\nFollow me, my nigga, just follow me\nTo the edge of the world, then across the seven seas\nTo a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen\nTo a time in a place that only existed in your dreams\n(Follow me, follow me)\n\nThey say you stuck in the past, times are different\nCrooked, your rhymes are different, how many lines you sniffin'?\nWhen I'm spittin', I'm just bendin' the fabric of space, so time is shiftin'\nYour thoughts travel, that's why your mind is trippin'\nThis is an open invitation, the black, white, yellow, brown, no discrimination\nAs long as you understand this nation was built on hella discrimination\nNow you talkin' Illuminati Mason to shift the conversation from the Fruitvale Station\nAnd what happened to Oscar Grant, distraction but not the champ, nigga\nEminem signed my group Slaughterhouse\nAnd I been writin' \"Fuck you!\" letters ever since I got the stamp, nigga\nFuck you right-wing politicians considerably\nGot these redneck-ass crackers thinkin' that a black-ass nigga trapped in the ghetto is the enemy\nIn reality, you don't care 'bout them either\nYou the ballin' class, no gym teacher\nYou can do away with either/or\nWe the poor, the one there's no freedom for\nFollow me, show you shit you never seen before\nThey want to sweep us under the rug and use us to clean the floor\nFollow me, my nigga, just follow me\nTake a look at my Hubble 'scope, view far as the eye can see\nFirst, they teach us hustle dope, then lock us and swallow key\nIf money's the root of all evil, then my legal tender fell off of they dollar tree\nCause all I see is them embodyin' everything they tellin' me not to be: a criminal\nLet me make sure that this ain't subliminal\nFuck every judge and juror that's probably a Nazi and still love the Führer\nThey usin' us as a pawn on they chessboard\nBeen plannin' to lock your ass up since they seen your third-grade test scores\nAs if a poor kid growin' up in a crack-infested gangland got a clear enough mind to get the best scores\nYes, Lord, still I rise, I got to press forward\nPull my lesson plan out my desk drawer\nFollow me, it don't matter if you Muslim or Christian\nBoth can be such beautiful religions that can turn ugly as pictures of Instagram bitches without filter\nWhen people empower, use it to cause division\nIt's been, since the biblical era Esau and Jacob was wrestlin' in Rebekah's womb\nHoly prophets expected doom\nBury these scriptures, I'm spittin' in Kxng Crooked's tomb\nFor future generations to unearth a million moons from now\nCarbon date the paper before you read\nIf the world's a better place they took heed, follow me\n\nTruth and unity is all we need (All we need)\n(Follow me, follow me)\nTruth and unity is all we need (All we need)\n(Follow me, follow me)\n\nFollow me...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prometheus\n  artist: KXNG Crooked\n  album: Sex, Money & Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Follow me...\n\n  Follow me, my nigga, just follow me\n  To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas\n  To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen\n  To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams\n  (Follow me, follow me)\n\n  They say you stuck in the past, times are different\n  Crooked, your rhymes are different, how many lines you sniffin'?\n  When I'm spittin', I'm just bendin' the fabric of space, so time is shiftin'\n  Your thoughts travel, that's why your mind is trippin'\n  This is an open invitation, the black, white, yellow, brown, no discrimination\n  As long as you understand this nation was built on hella discrimination\n  Now you talkin' Illuminati Mason to shift the conversation from the Fruitvale Station\n  And what happened to Oscar Grant, distraction but not the champ, nigga\n  Eminem signed my group Slaughterhouse\n  And I been writin' \"Fuck you!\" letters ever since I got the stamp, nigga\n  Fuck you right-wing politicians considerably\n  Got these redneck-ass crackers thinkin' that a black-ass nigga trapped in the ghetto is the enemy\n  In reality, you don't care 'bout them either\n  You the ballin' class, no gym teacher\n  You can do away with either/or\n  We the poor, the one there's no freedom for\n  Follow me, show you shit you never seen before\n  They want to sweep us under the rug and use us to clean the floor\n  Follow me, my nigga, just follow me\n  Take a look at my Hubble 'scope, view far as the eye can see\n  First, they teach us hustle dope, then lock us and swallow key\n  If money's the root of all evil, then my legal tender fell off of they dollar tree\n  Cause all I see is them embodyin' everything they tellin' me not to be: a criminal\n  Let me make sure that this ain't subliminal\n  Fuck every judge and juror that's probably a Nazi and still love the Führer\n  They usin' us as a pawn on they chessboard\n  Been plannin' to lock your ass up since they seen your third-grade test scores\n  As if a poor kid growin' up in a crack-infested gangland got a clear enough mind to get the best scores\n  Yes, Lord, still I rise, I got to press forward\n  Pull my lesson plan out my desk drawer\n  Follow me, it don't matter if you Muslim or Christian\n  Both can be such beautiful religions that can turn ugly as pictures of Instagram bitches without filter\n  When people empower, use it to cause division\n  It's been, since the biblical era Esau and Jacob was wrestlin' in Rebekah's womb\n  Holy prophets expected doom\n  Bury these scriptures, I'm spittin' in Kxng Crooked's tomb\n  For future generations to unearth a million moons from now\n  Carbon date the paper before you read\n  If the world's a better place they took heed, follow me\n\n  Truth and unity is all we need (All we need)\n  (Follow me, follow me)\n  Truth and unity is all we need (All we need)\n  (Follow me, follow me)\n\n  Follow me...\n"},{"id":35329075,"name":"Prometheus","trackName":"Prometheus","artistName":"KXNG Crooked","albumName":"Sex, Money & Hip‐Hop","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Follow me...\n\nFollow me, my nigga, just follow me\nTo the edge of the world, then across the seven seas\nTo a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen\nTo a time in a place that only existed in your dreams\n(Follow me, follow me)\n\nThey say you stuck in the past, times are different\nCrooked, your rhymes are different, how many lines you sniffin'?\nWhen I'm spittin', I'm just bendin' the fabric of space, so time is shiftin'\nYour thoughts travel, that's why your mind is trippin'\nThis is an open invitation, the black, white, yellow, brown, no discrimination\nAs long as you understand this nation was built on hella discrimination\nNow you talkin' Illuminati Mason to shift the conversation from the Fruitvale Station\nAnd what happened to Oscar Grant, distraction but not the champ, nigga\nEminem signed my group Slaughterhouse\nAnd I been writin' \"Fuck you!\" letters ever since I got the stamp, nigga\nFuck you right-wing politicians considerably\nGot these redneck-ass crackers thinkin' that a black-ass nigga trapped in the ghetto is the enemy\nIn reality, you don't care 'bout them either\nYou the ballin' class, no gym teacher\nYou can do away with either/or\nWe the poor, the one there's no freedom for\nFollow me, show you shit you never seen before\nThey want to sweep us under the rug and use us to clean the floor\nFollow me, my nigga, just follow me\nTake a look at my Hubble 'scope, view far as the eye can see\nFirst, they teach us hustle dope, then lock us and swallow key\nIf money's the root of all evil, then my legal tender fell off of they dollar tree\nCause all I see is them embodyin' everything they tellin' me not to be: a criminal\nLet me make sure that this ain't subliminal\nFuck every judge and juror that's probably a Nazi and still love the Führer\nThey usin' us as a pawn on they chessboard\nBeen plannin' to lock your ass up since they seen your third-grade test scores\nAs if a poor kid growin' up in a crack-infested gangland got a clear enough mind to get the best scores\nYes, Lord, still I rise, I got to press forward\nPull my lesson plan out my desk drawer\nFollow me, it don't matter if you Muslim or Christian\nBoth can be such beautiful religions that can turn ugly as pictures of Instagram bitches without filter\nWhen people empower, use it to cause division\nIt's been, since the biblical era Esau and Jacob was wrestlin' in Rebekah's womb\nHoly prophets expected doom\nBury these scriptures, I'm spittin' in Kxng Crooked's tomb\nFor future generations to unearth a million moons from now\nCarbon date the paper before you read\nIf the world's a better place they took heed, follow me\n\nTruth and unity is all we need (All we need)\n(Follow me, follow me)\nTruth and unity is all we need (All we need)\n(Follow me, follow me)\n\nFollow me...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prometheus\n  artist: KXNG Crooked\n  album: Sex, Money & Hip‐Hop\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Follow me...\n\n  Follow me, my nigga, just follow me\n  To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas\n  To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen\n  To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams\n  (Follow me, follow me)\n\n  They say you stuck in the past, times are different\n  Crooked, your rhymes are different, how many lines you sniffin'?\n  When I'm spittin', I'm just bendin' the fabric of space, so time is shiftin'\n  Your thoughts travel, that's why your mind is trippin'\n  This is an open invitation, the black, white, yellow, brown, no discrimination\n  As long as you understand this nation was built on hella discrimination\n  Now you talkin' Illuminati Mason to shift the conversation from the Fruitvale Station\n  And what happened to Oscar Grant, distraction but not the champ, nigga\n  Eminem signed my group Slaughterhouse\n  And I been writin' \"Fuck you!\" letters ever since I got the stamp, nigga\n  Fuck you right-wing politicians considerably\n  Got these redneck-ass crackers thinkin' that a black-ass nigga trapped in the ghetto is the enemy\n  In reality, you don't care 'bout them either\n  You the ballin' class, no gym teacher\n  You can do away with either/or\n  We the poor, the one there's no freedom for\n  Follow me, show you shit you never seen before\n  They want to sweep us under the rug and use us to clean the floor\n  Follow me, my nigga, just follow me\n  Take a look at my Hubble 'scope, view far as the eye can see\n  First, they teach us hustle dope, then lock us and swallow key\n  If money's the root of all evil, then my legal tender fell off of they dollar tree\n  Cause all I see is them embodyin' everything they tellin' me not to be: a criminal\n  Let me make sure that this ain't subliminal\n  Fuck every judge and juror that's probably a Nazi and still love the Führer\n  They usin' us as a pawn on they chessboard\n  Been plannin' to lock your ass up since they seen your third-grade test scores\n  As if a poor kid growin' up in a crack-infested gangland got a clear enough mind to get the best scores\n  Yes, Lord, still I rise, I got to press forward\n  Pull my lesson plan out my desk drawer\n  Follow me, it don't matter if you Muslim or Christian\n  Both can be such beautiful religions that can turn ugly as pictures of Instagram bitches without filter\n  When people empower, use it to cause division\n  It's been, since the biblical era Esau and Jacob was wrestlin' in Rebekah's womb\n  Holy prophets expected doom\n  Bury these scriptures, I'm spittin' in Kxng Crooked's tomb\n  For future generations to unearth a million moons from now\n  Carbon date the paper before you read\n  If the world's a better place they took heed, follow me\n\n  Truth and unity is all we need (All we need)\n  (Follow me, follow me)\n  Truth and unity is all we need (All we need)\n  (Follow me, follow me)\n\n  Follow me...\n"}]