[{"id":10018313,"name":"Robocop Went Pop","trackName":"Robocop Went Pop","artistName":"Kxng Crooked","albumName":"Good vs Evil (Deluxe Edition)","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"KXNG CROOKED]\n{Low-born citizens. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force. We are authorized to use deadly force. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force.}\n\nOnce upon a time in the slums a group of people stood up to a corrupt system. And they were all slaughtered. So what did the next generation do? Shoot back\n\nTo the police, what kind of beast do you have to become\nTo kill a child so young? He was just having some fun\nDear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?\nYou pull us over, now we contemplating capital one\nYou shoot me in my back and plant a weapon after it's done\nHow much time you get for killing me? The answer is none\nYou ain't from around here\nSo why don't you just go back where you're from?\n\nTwo little boys came and knocked on my door and said, \"the police just shot your son twice in his stomach\". So my.\n\nHey, yo, them robocops just tear-gassed a protest\nAnd you don't wanna fight back\nCongratulations, my nigga, you passed the hoe test\nJust another male in need of some Kotex\nYou'll be fitted for the rope next\nThey gon' hang you up just like coat checks\nThey killed your people in front of you, what you wanna do?\nYou already know what I'm gonna do, pick up a gun or two\nYou picking up your sneakers like runners do, but where you running to?\nAin't nowhere to hide when your own cowardice is hunting you\nTake a look at yourself, man, your mirror got the W\nYou got the L, you motherfucker you\nWe was sitting in church praying the Lord may forgive us\nBut an agent of the puppet master was there praying with us\nLittle did we know this disloyal snake was coiled on our own grass, plotting on different ways he could kill us\nThen he walked to his vehicle, came back and sprayed major pillars of the community\nThe act wasn't lunacy\nHe knew just what he was doing, true indeed\nHe was carrying out a mission to kill you or me\nMission accomplished to a tee\nUnity and all the hope it brings\nJust became a nightmare in the reflection of our broken dreams\nSee, we welcomed you with open arms then you opened fire\nSo it seems we can't trust a soul by no means, nah\nThe enemies out here training to hold his chopper right\nMeanwhile shooting at each other, that taught us how to fight\nDamn shame we put each other under the doctor's knife\nIn surgery fighting for this punk-ass shit we call our life\nWe supposed to be smoking them robocops\nThat'll make the big picture look better like photoshop\nI know you hope it stop, I know it's not, I'm loading shots\nIn a .357 three minutes before 4 O'clock\nI know, to keep a gun in my waist, never fearing snakes\nTears dried up on my face, my spirit aches\nSitting here in wakes for people who irreplacable\nWe get bad luck whether the mirrors breaks or not\nImagine coming fresh out the womb\nAnd the system already got your name written across your tomb\nYou a flower, you just wanna bloom\nUnassuming that the government's mad villains, them MF'ers want your doom\nSo you're disproportionally incarcerated\nAfter all these years, still the most hated\n\nTo the police, what kind of beast do you have to become\nTo kill a child so young? He was just having some fun\nDear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?\nYou pull us over, now we contemplating capital one\nYou shoot me in the back and plant a weapon after it's done\nHow much time you get for killing me? The answer is none\nYou ain't from around here\nSo why don't you back where you're from?\n\nIf you ain't a rebel you ain't shit. If you ain't fight the love of your family, what the fuck are you here for? If you ain't gripping and grinding and building for your loved ones to protect them from the evil people who run this motherfucker, get the fuck out of the way. Real niggas takin' over, baby. Listen to CROOK. The cigar-smoking boss. Man up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robocop Went Pop\n  artist: Kxng Crooked\n  album: Good vs Evil (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  KXNG CROOKED]\n  {Low-born citizens. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force. We are authorized to use deadly force. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force.}\n\n  Once upon a time in the slums a group of people stood up to a corrupt system. And they were all slaughtered. So what did the next generation do? Shoot back\n\n  To the police, what kind of beast do you have to become\n  To kill a child so young? He was just having some fun\n  Dear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?\n  You pull us over, now we contemplating capital one\n  You shoot me in my back and plant a weapon after it's done\n  How much time you get for killing me? The answer is none\n  You ain't from around here\n  So why don't you just go back where you're from?\n\n  Two little boys came and knocked on my door and said, \"the police just shot your son twice in his stomach\". So my.\n\n  Hey, yo, them robocops just tear-gassed a protest\n  And you don't wanna fight back\n  Congratulations, my nigga, you passed the hoe test\n  Just another male in need of some Kotex\n  You'll be fitted for the rope next\n  They gon' hang you up just like coat checks\n  They killed your people in front of you, what you wanna do?\n  You already know what I'm gonna do, pick up a gun or two\n  You picking up your sneakers like runners do, but where you running to?\n  Ain't nowhere to hide when your own cowardice is hunting you\n  Take a look at yourself, man, your mirror got the W\n  You got the L, you motherfucker you\n  We was sitting in church praying the Lord may forgive us\n  But an agent of the puppet master was there praying with us\n  Little did we know this disloyal snake was coiled on our own grass, plotting on different ways he could kill us\n  Then he walked to his vehicle, came back and sprayed major pillars of the community\n  The act wasn't lunacy\n  He knew just what he was doing, true indeed\n  He was carrying out a mission to kill you or me\n  Mission accomplished to a tee\n  Unity and all the hope it brings\n  Just became a nightmare in the reflection of our broken dreams\n  See, we welcomed you with open arms then you opened fire\n  So it seems we can't trust a soul by no means, nah\n  The enemies out here training to hold his chopper right\n  Meanwhile shooting at each other, that taught us how to fight\n  Damn shame we put each other under the doctor's knife\n  In surgery fighting for this punk-ass shit we call our life\n  We supposed to be smoking them robocops\n  That'll make the big picture look better like photoshop\n  I know you hope it stop, I know it's not, I'm loading shots\n  In a .357 three minutes before 4 O'clock\n  I know, to keep a gun in my waist, never fearing snakes\n  Tears dried up on my face, my spirit aches\n  Sitting here in wakes for people who irreplacable\n  We get bad luck whether the mirrors breaks or not\n  Imagine coming fresh out the womb\n  And the system already got your name written across your tomb\n  You a flower, you just wanna bloom\n  Unassuming that the government's mad villains, them MF'ers want your doom\n  So you're disproportionally incarcerated\n  After all these years, still the most hated\n\n  To the police, what kind of beast do you have to become\n  To kill a child so young? He was just having some fun\n  Dear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?\n  You pull us over, now we contemplating capital one\n  You shoot me in the back and plant a weapon after it's done\n  How much time you get for killing me? The answer is none\n  You ain't from around here\n  So why don't you back where you're from?\n\n  If you ain't a rebel you ain't shit. If you ain't fight the love of your family, what the fuck are you here for? If you ain't gripping and grinding and building for your loved ones to protect them from the evil people who run this motherfucker, get the fuck out of the way. Real niggas takin' over, baby. Listen to CROOK. The cigar-smoking boss. Man up\n"},{"id":12033453,"name":"Robocop Went Pop","trackName":"Robocop Went Pop","artistName":"KXNG Crooked","albumName":"Good vs Evil","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"KXNG CROOKED]\n{Low-born citizens. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force. We are authorized to use deadly force. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force.}\n\nOnce upon a time in the slums a group of people stood up to a corrupt system. And they were all slaughtered. So what did the next generation do? Shoot back\n\nTo the police, what kind of beast do you have to become\nTo kill a child so young? He was just having some fun\nDear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?\nYou pull us over, now we contemplating capital one\nYou shoot me in my back and plant a weapon after it's done\nHow much time you get for killing me? The answer is none\nYou ain't from around here\nSo why don't you just go back where you're from?\n\nTwo little boys came and knocked on my door and said, \"the police just shot your son twice in his stomach\". So my.\n\nHey, yo, them robocops just tear-gassed a protest\nAnd you don't wanna fight back\nCongratulations, my nigga, you passed the hoe test\nJust another male in need of some Kotex\nYou'll be fitted for the rope next\nThey gon' hang you up just like coat checks\nThey killed your people in front of you, what you wanna do?\nYou already know what I'm gonna do, pick up a gun or two\nYou picking up your sneakers like runners do, but where you running to?\nAin't nowhere to hide when your own cowardice is hunting you\nTake a look at yourself, man, your mirror got the W\nYou got the L, you motherfucker you\nWe was sitting in church praying the Lord may forgive us\nBut an agent of the puppet master was there praying with us\nLittle did we know this disloyal snake was coiled on our own grass, plotting on different ways he could kill us\nThen he walked to his vehicle, came back and sprayed major pillars of the community\nThe act wasn't lunacy\nHe knew just what he was doing, true indeed\nHe was carrying out a mission to kill you or me\nMission accomplished to a tee\nUnity and all the hope it brings\nJust became a nightmare in the reflection of our broken dreams\nSee, we welcomed you with open arms then you opened fire\nSo it seems we can't trust a soul by no means, nah\nThe enemies out here training to hold his chopper right\nMeanwhile shooting at each other, that taught us how to fight\nDamn shame we put each other under the doctor's knife\nIn surgery fighting for this punk-ass shit we call our life\nWe supposed to be smoking them robocops\nThat'll make the big picture look better like photoshop\nI know you hope it stop, I know it's not, I'm loading shots\nIn a .357 three minutes before 4 O'clock\nI know, to keep a gun in my waist, never fearing snakes\nTears dried up on my face, my spirit aches\nSitting here in wakes for people who irreplacable\nWe get bad luck whether the mirrors breaks or not\nImagine coming fresh out the womb\nAnd the system already got your name written across your tomb\nYou a flower, you just wanna bloom\nUnassuming that the government's mad villains, them MF'ers want your doom\nSo you're disproportionally incarcerated\nAfter all these years, still the most hated\n\nTo the police, what kind of beast do you have to become\nTo kill a child so young? He was just having some fun\nDear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?\nYou pull us over, now we contemplating capital one\nYou shoot me in the back and plant a weapon after it's done\nHow much time you get for killing me? The answer is none\nYou ain't from around here\nSo why don't you back where you're from?\n\nIf you ain't a rebel you ain't shit. If you ain't fight the love of your family, what the fuck are you here for? If you ain't gripping and grinding and building for your loved ones to protect them from the evil people who run this motherfucker, get the fuck out of the way. Real niggas takin' over, baby. Listen to CROOK. The cigar-smoking boss. Man up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robocop Went Pop\n  artist: KXNG Crooked\n  album: Good vs Evil\n  duration_ms: 199000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  KXNG CROOKED]\n  {Low-born citizens. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force. We are authorized to use deadly force. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force.}\n\n  Once upon a time in the slums a group of people stood up to a corrupt system. And they were all slaughtered. So what did the next generation do? Shoot back\n\n  To the police, what kind of beast do you have to become\n  To kill a child so young? He was just having some fun\n  Dear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?\n  You pull us over, now we contemplating capital one\n  You shoot me in my back and plant a weapon after it's done\n  How much time you get for killing me? The answer is none\n  You ain't from around here\n  So why don't you just go back where you're from?\n\n  Two little boys came and knocked on my door and said, \"the police just shot your son twice in his stomach\". So my.\n\n  Hey, yo, them robocops just tear-gassed a protest\n  And you don't wanna fight back\n  Congratulations, my nigga, you passed the hoe test\n  Just another male in need of some Kotex\n  You'll be fitted for the rope next\n  They gon' hang you up just like coat checks\n  They killed your people in front of you, what you wanna do?\n  You already know what I'm gonna do, pick up a gun or two\n  You picking up your sneakers like runners do, but where you running to?\n  Ain't nowhere to hide when your own cowardice is hunting you\n  Take a look at yourself, man, your mirror got the W\n  You got the L, you motherfucker you\n  We was sitting in church praying the Lord may forgive us\n  But an agent of the puppet master was there praying with us\n  Little did we know this disloyal snake was coiled on our own grass, plotting on different ways he could kill us\n  Then he walked to his vehicle, came back and sprayed major pillars of the community\n  The act wasn't lunacy\n  He knew just what he was doing, true indeed\n  He was carrying out a mission to kill you or me\n  Mission accomplished to a tee\n  Unity and all the hope it brings\n  Just became a nightmare in the reflection of our broken dreams\n  See, we welcomed you with open arms then you opened fire\n  So it seems we can't trust a soul by no means, nah\n  The enemies out here training to hold his chopper right\n  Meanwhile shooting at each other, that taught us how to fight\n  Damn shame we put each other under the doctor's knife\n  In surgery fighting for this punk-ass shit we call our life\n  We supposed to be smoking them robocops\n  That'll make the big picture look better like photoshop\n  I know you hope it stop, I know it's not, I'm loading shots\n  In a .357 three minutes before 4 O'clock\n  I know, to keep a gun in my waist, never fearing snakes\n  Tears dried up on my face, my spirit aches\n  Sitting here in wakes for people who irreplacable\n  We get bad luck whether the mirrors breaks or not\n  Imagine coming fresh out the womb\n  And the system already got your name written across your tomb\n  You a flower, you just wanna bloom\n  Unassuming that the government's mad villains, them MF'ers want your doom\n  So you're disproportionally incarcerated\n  After all these years, still the most hated\n\n  To the police, what kind of beast do you have to become\n  To kill a child so young? He was just having some fun\n  Dear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?\n  You pull us over, now we contemplating capital one\n  You shoot me in the back and plant a weapon after it's done\n  How much time you get for killing me? The answer is none\n  You ain't from around here\n  So why don't you back where you're from?\n\n  If you ain't a rebel you ain't shit. If you ain't fight the love of your family, what the fuck are you here for? If you ain't gripping and grinding and building for your loved ones to protect them from the evil people who run this motherfucker, get the fuck out of the way. Real niggas takin' over, baby. Listen to CROOK. The cigar-smoking boss. Man up\n"}]