[{"id":10547534,"name":"Neva Again","trackName":"Neva Again","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Get down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\n\nLift every voice and sing\nYeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing\nSo save the Negro spiritual\nIt's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle\n\nAnd no more song and dance\nLike we shall overcome, and ain't got a chance\nY'all stuck on 'I have a dream'\nNeed to put the picket sign down and get on the team\n\nStand up and do somethin'\n(Get down, get down)\nStop beggin' for a meal, 'cause everything is real\nNigga look at yourself, you in hell\nClaimin' welfare, or should I say fare-well\n\nMr. Christian, you was too spooky\nNow Bush wanna slave, and Russia wanna nuke me\nAnd the most you can tell me is love thy enemy?\nStay off the Hennessey\n\nPops I want freedom, so hand me the nine\n(Get down, get down)\nYou can pray for yours, but I'ma go get mine\nNow how long has it been?\nFor a hundred and thirty-seven years, but neva again\n\nNeva neva, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again\n\nGod bless America but for what?\nHow 'bout God damn America, the slut, yeah\nNow I can name that tune\n'Cause the land of the free is sellin' Negroes at noon\n\nBut how soon we forget\nMention the holocaust, niggaz have a fit\nSorry it's real but I'm fresh out of tears\n'Cause lynch that nigga's still ringin' in my ears\n\nI want freedom, justice, equality, Islam\n(Get down, get down)\nSo it's hard to keep calm\nWhen I'm accused of bein' racist for lovin' my people first\nNow they wanna put me in a hearse\n\nBut black people never made white slaves\nAnd we was too lovin' to put Jews in a oven\nBut the pilgrims wasn't so friendly then\nAnd by the way, I never ate a Indian\n\nSo who's the real savage?\n(Get down, get down)\nSix feet tall on the average\nMark the number of the goddamn beast\nTo the East my brother to the East say neva again\n\nNeva neva, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again, neva again\n\nNeva neva, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again\nNeva neva, neva again, neva again\n\nOh, say can y'all see?\nIt's the home of the slave, land of the never free\nAmerica me, the so called Negro\nWith another verse, so here we go\n\nAs long as y'all been givin' me hell\n(Get down, get down)\nNo wonder there's a crack in the Liberty Bell\nTo tell on America the beautiful\nThe bitch need a face lift, for this race myth\n\nAnd now for you to pull a caper, kidnap rape her\nThe penalty is death\n'Cause we ain't forgave or forgot\nBlacks bein' murdered, tortured and shot\n\nSix hundred million, one eighty sevens\nIt's bringin' wrath down from the heavens\nSo let my people go Pharoahe, the arrow\nIs point at your dome, and if we don't make it home\n\nCancel Christmas\nLike E P M D we got some unfinished business\nFrom way back, payback for your sin\n(Get down, get down)\nSo paleskin', tell a friend, neva again\n\nNeva neva, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\nNeva neva, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\n(Get down, get down)\nNeva neva, neva again, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\n\nNeva neva, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\nNeva neva, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\nNeva neva, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\nNeva neva, neva again, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\n\nNeva neva, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\nNeva neva, neva again, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\n\nNeva neva, neva again, neva again\n(Get down, get down)\nNeva neva, neva again, neva again\n(Get down, get down)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Neva Again\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 219000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Get down, get down\n Get down, get down\n Get down, get down\n Get down, get down\n\n Lift every voice and sing\n Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing\n So save the Negro spiritual\n It's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle\n\n And no more song and dance\n Like we shall overcome, and ain't got a chance\n Y'all stuck on 'I have a dream'\n Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team\n\n Stand up and do somethin'\n (Get down, get down)\n Stop beggin' for a meal, 'cause everything is real\n Nigga look at yourself, you in hell\n Claimin' welfare, or should I say fare-well\n\n Mr. Christian, you was too spooky\n Now Bush wanna slave, and Russia wanna nuke me\n And the most you can tell me is love thy enemy?\n Stay off the Hennessey\n\n Pops I want freedom, so hand me the nine\n (Get down, get down)\n You can pray for yours, but I'ma go get mine\n Now how long has it been?\n For a hundred and thirty-seven years, but neva again\n\n Neva neva, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again\n\n God bless America but for what?\n How 'bout God damn America, the slut, yeah\n Now I can name that tune\n 'Cause the land of the free is sellin' Negroes at noon\n\n But how soon we forget\n Mention the holocaust, niggaz have a fit\n Sorry it's real but I'm fresh out of tears\n 'Cause lynch that nigga's still ringin' in my ears\n\n I want freedom, justice, equality, Islam\n (Get down, get down)\n So it's hard to keep calm\n When I'm accused of bein' racist for lovin' my people first\n Now they wanna put me in a hearse\n\n But black people never made white slaves\n And we was too lovin' to put Jews in a oven\n But the pilgrims wasn't so friendly then\n And by the way, I never ate a Indian\n\n So who's the real savage?\n (Get down, get down)\n Six feet tall on the average\n Mark the number of the goddamn beast\n To the East my brother to the East say neva again\n\n Neva neva, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again, neva again\n\n Neva neva, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again\n Neva neva, neva again, neva again\n\n Oh, say can y'all see?\n It's the home of the slave, land of the never free\n America me, the so called Negro\n With another verse, so here we go\n\n As long as y'all been givin' me hell\n (Get down, get down)\n No wonder there's a crack in the Liberty Bell\n To tell on America the beautiful\n The bitch need a face lift, for this race myth\n\n And now for you to pull a caper, kidnap rape her\n The penalty is death\n 'Cause we ain't forgave or forgot\n Blacks bein' murdered, tortured and shot\n\n Six hundred million, one eighty sevens\n It's bringin' wrath down from the heavens\n So let my people go Pharoahe, the arrow\n Is point at your dome, and if we don't make it home\n\n Cancel Christmas\n Like E P M D we got some unfinished business\n From way back, payback for your sin\n (Get down, get down)\n So paleskin', tell a friend, neva again\n\n Neva neva, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n Neva neva, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n (Get down, get down)\n Neva neva, neva again, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n\n Neva neva, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n Neva neva, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n Neva neva, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n Neva neva, neva again, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n\n Neva neva, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n Neva neva, neva again, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n\n Neva neva, neva again, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n Neva neva, neva again, neva again\n (Get down, get down)\n"},{"id":30451191,"name":"Watts Riot","trackName":"Watts Riot","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God damn devils, done finally made they move on South Los Angeles\nIn Watts, the shots don't quit and in Compton we got the same shit\nDamn pigs is puttin' in straight work\nMurderin' blacks and just smirk\n\nAin't nothin' but another day at the office\nSo now it's damn near illegal to be a Negro\nSo do I make a run for the border?\nOr fuck Bush, and his \"New World Order\"\n\nThe law is the straw that broke the camel's back\nJust one more punk attack\nOn the black, and now the shit is on\nPeel his cap and I'm gone, oh yeah\n\nSee now all hell is finna break loose\nAnd Uncle Tom ain't got no juice\nNigga shoulda been down from the start\nBut he ain't had a heart, for another Watts riot\n\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\n\nSo we done lost all patience\nMan fuck police investigations\nSee we gon' handle this right, tonight\nWe're tearin' up everything in fuckin' sight\n\nAnd I ain't got a damn thing to lose\nSo the news gon' have they hands full\nNot to mention the police, fool\nNo justice, no peace\n\nIt's a eye for a eye, so don't even try and speak\nOn how blacks should turn the other cheek\nTo hell with all y'all devils\nAin't no love losses for no white crosses\n\nSo what y'all know about this interpretation\nWith your college education?\nY'all best just keep quiet\nAnd get your ass ready for this next Watts riot\n\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\n\nStraight pandemonium, niggaz I'm with nutty\nMr. Macgillicuddy done got, got\nAnd I'm tossin' more cocktails loc\n'Til the whole fuckin' block smell like smoke\n\nBlack folks are locin', no jokin'\nYo Kam, grab the coke and choke 'em\nMake sure that somethin' is broken\nAnd then you can smoke him\n\nGot a clip on the news of me with a TV\nAnd I don't give a fuck who done seen me\nFightin' the police with my peers\nWith head and shoulders, and no more tears\n\nAnd they can't stop me\n'Cause, I'm eatin' more crackers than Polly\nFor the Jack that smoked the black\nI gotta do the right thing for you and Rodney King\n\nBurn down his market\nBut then you claim, Ice Cube had to spark it\nPuttin' Beverly Hills in fear\n'Cause Hollywood burnt down last year\n\nSo if you throw me Ozzie and Harriet\nI fuck around and bury it, huh\nAin't makin' the hood look shitty\nWatts riot, insert your city motherfucker\n\nThe whole city is on fire\nAnd now it's down to the wire\nTime to call for a national emergency\n'Cause white folk goin' up in smoke\n\nToo fast, they ass is out before they know it\nSo when I light this cocktail, Cube throw it\nAnd make sure that it reach\nYeah motherfucker, that's for Howard Beach\n\nAnd Brother Olivert X, so what's next\nWith y'all punk-ass cowards?\nEach of us bring fo' devils\nAnd let's get this over with, yeah, no shit\n\nWe ain't worried about dyin'\nMan, I think you better give up, man, nah, I ain't even tryin'\nI'd rather go out fightin'\nBut let y'all tell it I'm incitin' a Watts riot\n\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Watts Riot\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 187000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n God damn devils, done finally made they move on South Los Angeles\n In Watts, the shots don't quit and in Compton we got the same shit\n Damn pigs is puttin' in straight work\n Murderin' blacks and just smirk\n\n Ain't nothin' but another day at the office\n So now it's damn near illegal to be a Negro\n So do I make a run for the border?\n Or fuck Bush, and his \"New World Order\"\n\n The law is the straw that broke the camel's back\n Just one more punk attack\n On the black, and now the shit is on\n Peel his cap and I'm gone, oh yeah\n\n See now all hell is finna break loose\n And Uncle Tom ain't got no juice\n Nigga shoulda been down from the start\n But he ain't had a heart, for another Watts riot\n\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n\n So we done lost all patience\n Man fuck police investigations\n See we gon' handle this right, tonight\n We're tearin' up everything in fuckin' sight\n\n And I ain't got a damn thing to lose\n So the news gon' have they hands full\n Not to mention the police, fool\n No justice, no peace\n\n It's a eye for a eye, so don't even try and speak\n On how blacks should turn the other cheek\n To hell with all y'all devils\n Ain't no love losses for no white crosses\n\n So what y'all know about this interpretation\n With your college education?\n Y'all best just keep quiet\n And get your ass ready for this next Watts riot\n\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n\n Straight pandemonium, niggaz I'm with nutty\n Mr. Macgillicuddy done got, got\n And I'm tossin' more cocktails loc\n 'Til the whole fuckin' block smell like smoke\n\n Black folks are locin', no jokin'\n Yo Kam, grab the coke and choke 'em\n Make sure that somethin' is broken\n And then you can smoke him\n\n Got a clip on the news of me with a TV\n And I don't give a fuck who done seen me\n Fightin' the police with my peers\n With head and shoulders, and no more tears\n\n And they can't stop me\n 'Cause, I'm eatin' more crackers than Polly\n For the Jack that smoked the black\n I gotta do the right thing for you and Rodney King\n\n Burn down his market\n But then you claim, Ice Cube had to spark it\n Puttin' Beverly Hills in fear\n 'Cause Hollywood burnt down last year\n\n So if you throw me Ozzie and Harriet\n I fuck around and bury it, huh\n Ain't makin' the hood look shitty\n Watts riot, insert your city motherfucker\n\n The whole city is on fire\n And now it's down to the wire\n Time to call for a national emergency\n 'Cause white folk goin' up in smoke\n\n Too fast, they ass is out before they know it\n So when I light this cocktail, Cube throw it\n And make sure that it reach\n Yeah motherfucker, that's for Howard Beach\n\n And Brother Olivert X, so what's next\n With y'all punk-ass cowards?\n Each of us bring fo' devils\n And let's get this over with, yeah, no shit\n\n We ain't worried about dyin'\n Man, I think you better give up, man, nah, I ain't even tryin'\n I'd rather go out fightin'\n But let y'all tell it I'm incitin' a Watts riot\n\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n ...\n"},{"id":14623086,"name":"Outro","trackName":"Outro","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":209.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thank you for listening\nTo my soul\nTo my songs\nMy heart\nReally putting my heart in this\nMy all, everything I got\n\nGot me\nFeeling a way\nPut my heart into safe\nImma spark away the pain\nThen get right back on the stage\nI'm in my bag\nTryna make it off of rap\nEverybody turn they back\nWhen you step out from the pack\nGot my\nBrother with me\nHe gon ride until the ending\nSacrifices for the pendants\nUsed to save up every penny\nWe gon be big ballin\nTurn my closet to a mall and\nPut my all into this shit to make sure everyone is called on\n\nSleep on me\nHad to wake they asses up\nDropped Legal in two weeks\nThis one only took a month\nI grind like no one else so don't compare me\nLooking for trophies on my shelf where's my Grammy\n\nGod damn\nKam\nLooks like you been called on\nWho would've thought\nI'd ever pick up a microphone\nBack then playing football on the street\nOlder cousins always told to me never face defeat\nAnd if You did get right back up on you feet\nKeep moving forward and don't you ever retreat\nI'm at the point where I feel like I just can't be beat\nSo many cities on my chest so I just rep the I.E.\n\nKnow my grandpa proud me\nFuck that\nI mean us\nMB5 up on my chest\nCuz we each is on something\nWe all blessed with gifts\nAnd we all use them\nFrom the bottom to the top\nYea we the big dogs\n\nCalled on\nKam you've been called on\nCalled on\nKam you've been called on\nThey ain't talk to me before\nAnd now they blowing up my phone\nIt's my time\nI've been called on\n\nAt crossroads\nLosing friends that I swear would've been with me to the end\nKnew it would happen way before this all began\nSome people don't wanna see they own nigga win\n\nOh well\nGotta stay focused\nWrite these songs to pay the bills\nThey act like know me you don't feel the pain I feel\nIt could be worse suck it up and I prevail\nKept me on the right track never seen a jail\nImma be big knew it since I was little\nThey tried to teach me but I couldn't sit still\nI need to moving shit making dreams real\nAnd if you gotta problem we solve it right here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Outro\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 209400\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Thank you for listening\n To my soul\n To my songs\n My heart\n Really putting my heart in this\n My all, everything I got\n\n Got me\n Feeling a way\n Put my heart into safe\n Imma spark away the pain\n Then get right back on the stage\n I'm in my bag\n Tryna make it off of rap\n Everybody turn they back\n When you step out from the pack\n Got my\n Brother with me\n He gon ride until the ending\n Sacrifices for the pendants\n Used to save up every penny\n We gon be big ballin\n Turn my closet to a mall and\n Put my all into this shit to make sure everyone is called on\n\n Sleep on me\n Had to wake they asses up\n Dropped Legal in two weeks\n This one only took a month\n I grind like no one else so don't compare me\n Looking for trophies on my shelf where's my Grammy\n\n God damn\n Kam\n Looks like you been called on\n Who would've thought\n I'd ever pick up a microphone\n Back then playing football on the street\n Older cousins always told to me never face defeat\n And if You did get right back up on you feet\n Keep moving forward and don't you ever retreat\n I'm at the point where I feel like I just can't be beat\n So many cities on my chest so I just rep the I.E.\n\n Know my grandpa proud me\n Fuck that\n I mean us\n MB5 up on my chest\n Cuz we each is on something\n We all blessed with gifts\n And we all use them\n From the bottom to the top\n Yea we the big dogs\n\n Called on\n Kam you've been called on\n Called on\n Kam you've been called on\n They ain't talk to me before\n And now they blowing up my phone\n It's my time\n I've been called on\n\n At crossroads\n Losing friends that I swear would've been with me to the end\n Knew it would happen way before this all began\n Some people don't wanna see they own nigga win\n\n Oh well\n Gotta stay focused\n Write these songs to pay the bills\n They act like know me you don't feel the pain I feel\n It could be worse suck it up and I prevail\n Kept me on the right track never seen a jail\n Imma be big knew it since I was little\n They tried to teach me but I couldn't sit still\n I need to moving shit making dreams real\n And if you gotta problem we solve it right here\n"},{"id":10547532,"name":"Hang ’um High","trackName":"Hang ’um High","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Kam]\nThat's all I can stand, I can't stands no more\nCause we done told y'all before\nAnd y'all was too near me, not to hear me\nEnough with the warnings, this is war, time to lay down the law\nSo who's up first?\nIt's the ones that had black people thinkin they was cursed\nThe preachers, string up the preachers\nAll women and children to the bleachers\nLet the record show they religion was filthy\nSo there's no need for you to plead not guilty\nAny last requests? Take 'em up with Da Lench Mob\nCan y'all handle that? (Shit, it's a cinch job)\nSo walk 'em up the steps slowly\nThe anticipation'll kill 'em cause they ain't holy\nThey say you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die\nHang 'um high\n\n[Kam]\nNext up on the rope\nis y'all niggaz still tryin to sell dope to blacks\nThat's how you got your milk and honey\nYeah, off of that blood money\nAnd have you foamin at the mouth, y'all had to contract rabies\nto make a whole generation of crack babies\nInstead of bottles, they want the plastic baggy\ncause momma was known to suck a glass dick raggedy\nAnd she even sold her body\nStandin outside until her nose was snotty\nIn her last trimester, the dope man blessed her\nwith a chest buster, God rest her soul\nHer baby's in shock\nYou killed two birds with one rock, so step right up\nand get fitted for the noose, cause it's too late to cry\nHang 'um high\n\n[Kam]\nHot damn, ain't no escapin misters\nCause y'all been convicted for rapin sisters\nShoulda committed suicide\nCause before this is over, y'all gon' wish you had died sooner\nCause after (?)uma, it's on\nTake one last look before it's gone\nThe sisters never wanted you to touch her\nThis was just a hangin, but now we gotta cut'cha\nSo break 'em off one at a time\nCause cruel and unusual punishment fit the crime\nAnd don't show 'em no mercy\nIn fact, bring the daughter up front and let her see\nhow justice is served with the civilized\nIt's up to you now whether he live or dies\n(I just wanna ask him why)\n(But you know I love you baby girl) HANG 'UM HIGH","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hang ’um High\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 221000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Kam]\n That's all I can stand, I can't stands no more\n Cause we done told y'all before\n And y'all was too near me, not to hear me\n Enough with the warnings, this is war, time to lay down the law\n So who's up first?\n It's the ones that had black people thinkin they was cursed\n The preachers, string up the preachers\n All women and children to the bleachers\n Let the record show they religion was filthy\n So there's no need for you to plead not guilty\n Any last requests? Take 'em up with Da Lench Mob\n Can y'all handle that? (Shit, it's a cinch job)\n So walk 'em up the steps slowly\n The anticipation'll kill 'em cause they ain't holy\n They say you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die\n Hang 'um high\n\n [Kam]\n Next up on the rope\n is y'all niggaz still tryin to sell dope to blacks\n That's how you got your milk and honey\n Yeah, off of that blood money\n And have you foamin at the mouth, y'all had to contract rabies\n to make a whole generation of crack babies\n Instead of bottles, they want the plastic baggy\n cause momma was known to suck a glass dick raggedy\n And she even sold her body\n Standin outside until her nose was snotty\n In her last trimester, the dope man blessed her\n with a chest buster, God rest her soul\n Her baby's in shock\n You killed two birds with one rock, so step right up\n and get fitted for the noose, cause it's too late to cry\n Hang 'um high\n\n [Kam]\n Hot damn, ain't no escapin misters\n Cause y'all been convicted for rapin sisters\n Shoulda committed suicide\n Cause before this is over, y'all gon' wish you had died sooner\n Cause after (?)uma, it's on\n Take one last look before it's gone\n The sisters never wanted you to touch her\n This was just a hangin, but now we gotta cut'cha\n So break 'em off one at a time\n Cause cruel and unusual punishment fit the crime\n And don't show 'em no mercy\n In fact, bring the daughter up front and let her see\n how justice is served with the civilized\n It's up to you now whether he live or dies\n (I just wanna ask him why)\n (But you know I love you baby girl) HANG 'UM HIGH\n"},{"id":10547536,"name":"Holiday Madness","trackName":"Holiday Madness","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every year I hear, \"Happy holiday\"\nWhat's my religion? I do what the dollar say\nThat's why I celebrate Christmas\n'Cause this overweighted redneck devil is big business\n\nSo all season I'm up preyin'\nOn black communities, is what I'm sayin'\nAnd y'all keepin' me fat\nAll over America it's on like that\n\nKids lookin' for Saint Nick\nJust leave me some cookies and get off my damn dick\nYou want a present? Nigga, please\nYour house is a wreck, and you're decoratin' trees\n\nNow how dumb can y'all be?\nNo food in the kitchen, and you go and buy a tree?\nAnd then say it's for the children, but you're grown\nThey can't miss what they ain't never known\n\nBut since everybody else is out celebratin'\nYou allow your child to worship a Satan\nBetter known as Santa\nClaws in your pocket from L.A. to Atlanta\n\nAnd yeah pops, you're silly too\nYou shoulda told your children Santa Clause is really you\nAnd spared 'em the sadness\nBefore they got all caught up in holiday madness\n\nHoliday madness\nA whole day dedicated to the devil\n\nIs Palm Sunday, and after church I'm goin' huntin'\nFor colored eggs, 'cause Santa was frontin'\nHe musta thought it was Passover\n'Cause he never brought his ass over my house\n\nBut today I get new clothes anyway\nPlus a little money, thank you Easter Bunny\nFor the basket of jelly beans\nEven though I don't know what the hell he means\n\nI never read about him in the Bible\nThe horny little pagan idol\nNo wonder my mind is so twisted\nBut thank God my church wasn't broke-wristed\n\nEven though I never went\nI know I still can repent\n'Cause ain't nobody perfect, but niggas so dense\nWe seem to only come together over nonsense\n\nHoliday madness\nA whole day dedicated to the devil\n\nOctober 31st is my favorite\nLittle boys still at my do', 'cause I ain't gave 'em shit\nBut what you showed me in for?\nLittle brats yellin', \"Trick or treat\", all through my screen door\n\nWhen y'all should be at home sleep\nInstead of at my front porch 15 deep\nThe jack lantern came in handy\nYo, I can turn my porch light out like I ain't got no candy\n\nBut ain't that somethin'?\nYou buy a Halloween costume and a pumpkin'?\nAlmost gave your children a heart attack\nIt's a tradition, but who the hell started that?\n\nA whole day dedicated to the devil\nThat's just one out of several\nMost people don't think\nBut America need to see a shrink for her holiday madness\n\nHoliday madness\nA whole day dedicated to the devil\n\nDamn, I can't wait until it get dark\nSo I can light these fireworks up at the park\nAnd celebrate my independence\nIt's the 4th of July, but I ain't got 10 cents\n\nI bought the jumbo assortment\nThen came out the pocket for a goddamn skyrocket\nAnd the shit was a dud\nIt was lit, but it never even left the mud\n\nBut at least I got freedom where I'm at\nPlus Red Devil and Wild Cat\nAnd they open 24 hours\nAnd right about now they got a sale on bloomin' flowers\n\nSo I'm ready to celebrate\nJuly 4th 1930, the true date\n'Cause in 1776\nBlack people were still in the mix\n\nUntil the comin' of W.B. Farrhad\nThe God in person, yeah cursin' America\nWord is bond\nAnd left us Elijah and Farrakhan\n\n[Incomprehensible]\n\nHoliday madness\nHoliday madness\nHoliday madness","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Holiday Madness\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 238000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Every year I hear, \"Happy holiday\"\n What's my religion? I do what the dollar say\n That's why I celebrate Christmas\n 'Cause this overweighted redneck devil is big business\n\n So all season I'm up preyin'\n On black communities, is what I'm sayin'\n And y'all keepin' me fat\n All over America it's on like that\n\n Kids lookin' for Saint Nick\n Just leave me some cookies and get off my damn dick\n You want a present? Nigga, please\n Your house is a wreck, and you're decoratin' trees\n\n Now how dumb can y'all be?\n No food in the kitchen, and you go and buy a tree?\n And then say it's for the children, but you're grown\n They can't miss what they ain't never known\n\n But since everybody else is out celebratin'\n You allow your child to worship a Satan\n Better known as Santa\n Claws in your pocket from L.A. to Atlanta\n\n And yeah pops, you're silly too\n You shoulda told your children Santa Clause is really you\n And spared 'em the sadness\n Before they got all caught up in holiday madness\n\n Holiday madness\n A whole day dedicated to the devil\n\n Is Palm Sunday, and after church I'm goin' huntin'\n For colored eggs, 'cause Santa was frontin'\n He musta thought it was Passover\n 'Cause he never brought his ass over my house\n\n But today I get new clothes anyway\n Plus a little money, thank you Easter Bunny\n For the basket of jelly beans\n Even though I don't know what the hell he means\n\n I never read about him in the Bible\n The horny little pagan idol\n No wonder my mind is so twisted\n But thank God my church wasn't broke-wristed\n\n Even though I never went\n I know I still can repent\n 'Cause ain't nobody perfect, but niggas so dense\n We seem to only come together over nonsense\n\n Holiday madness\n A whole day dedicated to the devil\n\n October 31st is my favorite\n Little boys still at my do', 'cause I ain't gave 'em shit\n But what you showed me in for?\n Little brats yellin', \"Trick or treat\", all through my screen door\n\n When y'all should be at home sleep\n Instead of at my front porch 15 deep\n The jack lantern came in handy\n Yo, I can turn my porch light out like I ain't got no candy\n\n But ain't that somethin'?\n You buy a Halloween costume and a pumpkin'?\n Almost gave your children a heart attack\n It's a tradition, but who the hell started that?\n\n A whole day dedicated to the devil\n That's just one out of several\n Most people don't think\n But America need to see a shrink for her holiday madness\n\n Holiday madness\n A whole day dedicated to the devil\n\n Damn, I can't wait until it get dark\n So I can light these fireworks up at the park\n And celebrate my independence\n It's the 4th of July, but I ain't got 10 cents\n\n I bought the jumbo assortment\n Then came out the pocket for a goddamn skyrocket\n And the shit was a dud\n It was lit, but it never even left the mud\n\n But at least I got freedom where I'm at\n Plus Red Devil and Wild Cat\n And they open 24 hours\n And right about now they got a sale on bloomin' flowers\n\n So I'm ready to celebrate\n July 4th 1930, the true date\n 'Cause in 1776\n Black people were still in the mix\n\n Until the comin' of W.B. Farrhad\n The God in person, yeah cursin' America\n Word is bond\n And left us Elijah and Farrakhan\n\n [Incomprehensible]\n\n Holiday madness\n Holiday madness\n Holiday madness\n"},{"id":10547530,"name":"Stereotype","trackName":"Stereotype","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Don't call me nigga, whitey...\n\nBig fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken\n2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...\n\nThey say a negro ain't good for nothin' but a show\nTalkin' slang and walkin' with a radio\nDrippin' sweat on basketball courts\nDominatin' but that's at all sports\nOr inventin' a new kind of handshake\nTo get they picture on a box of pancake mix\nSo I kick some hip hop\nAnd go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop\nBut prayin' ain't all we do, see\nNext we play bingo and barbecue\nThem days I could praise the lord and still gamble\nAnd eat more dead meet than little black sambo\nBut I gotta hear a lot of old ladies\nCatchin' the holy ghost most in their 80's\nAnd I don't wanna hear no yellin'\nNaw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon\nCause I'm the stereotype...\n\nThey think all black folks look alike\nWe either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike\nOr up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood nervous\nSo I get poor service\nWherever I go they steady tryin' to put jackets on me\nCause I ain't one of they fake-ass homies\nNaw, I'm just a negro who knows what's jumpin'\nSo they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin'\nWhen I go to the store or out to eat\nLadies start puttin' purses by they feet\nPullin' a mace out they bras like one-time\nWaitin' on some crime\nFor me to commit so they can unload\nThat's how tricks get floored\nY'all can't let y'all imaginations\nGet the best of y'all\nAnd that goes for the rest of y'all\nCause I'm the stereotype...\n\nSo I'm just your typical so-called african-american\nBack in your hair again\nAt your door for more free\nbutter and cheese, please\nLet me take my cake-cutter\nAnd tease this buckwheat hairdoo\nTo fit the stereotype scenario\nThat I gave on my application\nUnemployment information\nLike moms can't find no affordable housin'\nHow many kids she got? About thousand\nAnd everyone got a different daddy\nAnd I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees\nBut before my injury I was fine\nDid everythin' from a jack to a shoeshine\nI was allways down to work then\nUntil I got stretched out in the pen\nNow I'm the stereotype...\n\nSo, yeah, i get it all from the big screen\nShowin' black girls hoin' at sixteen\nOn the corner outside in the cold half-naked\nAin't nothin' sacred?\nCause all they know is what they seein' on daytime dramas\nSo now they like teenage grandmas\nWho gotta stop they work and roll\nTo the nurse for a purse full of birth control\nAnd that ain't so proper cause in my hood\nThey need to cancel soap-operas\nCause black females be belivin' all that\nThat's why they fall flat\nSo young and innocent\nBut by the time they reach eighteen\nThey been done went crazy, hittin' that P-I-P\nEvery Gladys Knight with the silent E\nSo I'm the stereotype","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stereotype\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 270000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Don't call me nigga, whitey...\n\n Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken\n 2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...\n\n They say a negro ain't good for nothin' but a show\n Talkin' slang and walkin' with a radio\n Drippin' sweat on basketball courts\n Dominatin' but that's at all sports\n Or inventin' a new kind of handshake\n To get they picture on a box of pancake mix\n So I kick some hip hop\n And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop\n But prayin' ain't all we do, see\n Next we play bingo and barbecue\n Them days I could praise the lord and still gamble\n And eat more dead meet than little black sambo\n But I gotta hear a lot of old ladies\n Catchin' the holy ghost most in their 80's\n And I don't wanna hear no yellin'\n Naw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon\n Cause I'm the stereotype...\n\n They think all black folks look alike\n We either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike\n Or up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood nervous\n So I get poor service\n Wherever I go they steady tryin' to put jackets on me\n Cause I ain't one of they fake-ass homies\n Naw, I'm just a negro who knows what's jumpin'\n So they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin'\n When I go to the store or out to eat\n Ladies start puttin' purses by they feet\n Pullin' a mace out they bras like one-time\n Waitin' on some crime\n For me to commit so they can unload\n That's how tricks get floored\n Y'all can't let y'all imaginations\n Get the best of y'all\n And that goes for the rest of y'all\n Cause I'm the stereotype...\n\n So I'm just your typical so-called african-american\n Back in your hair again\n At your door for more free\n butter and cheese, please\n Let me take my cake-cutter\n And tease this buckwheat hairdoo\n To fit the stereotype scenario\n That I gave on my application\n Unemployment information\n Like moms can't find no affordable housin'\n How many kids she got? About thousand\n And everyone got a different daddy\n And I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees\n But before my injury I was fine\n Did everythin' from a jack to a shoeshine\n I was allways down to work then\n Until I got stretched out in the pen\n Now I'm the stereotype...\n\n So, yeah, i get it all from the big screen\n Showin' black girls hoin' at sixteen\n On the corner outside in the cold half-naked\n Ain't nothin' sacred?\n Cause all they know is what they seein' on daytime dramas\n So now they like teenage grandmas\n Who gotta stop they work and roll\n To the nurse for a purse full of birth control\n And that ain't so proper cause in my hood\n They need to cancel soap-operas\n Cause black females be belivin' all that\n That's why they fall flat\n So young and innocent\n But by the time they reach eighteen\n They been done went crazy, hittin' that P-I-P\n Every Gladys Knight with the silent E\n So I'm the stereotype\n"},{"id":10547529,"name":"Peace Treaty","trackName":"Peace Treaty","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hittin' corners in a six trey Chevrolet rag top Impala, top dollar\nGot my cousin laid back ridin' shotgun\n'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot one\nJuiced up, and I'm itchin' to hit the switches\nCrawlin' over train tracks, avoidin' all ditches\nIce skatin' on the 20 inch tires\nJack up the ass, and flex the gold Dayton wires\n\nNow I'm down to take a risk, gettin' geeked up off a compact disc\nI went hoppin' up crenshaw, niggas hang loose\nLookin' for my homies to celebrate the gang truce\nAnd they about to throw a cook out\nSo I'm puttin' down the hump, we sailin' on the look out\nFor C H P, I was a teenage gee\nSo I'm readin' a graffiti the walls say, \"Peace treaty\"\n\nLookin' at the aftermath of the riot\nI can still smell the ashes from all the clashes\nBut quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks\nEverybody was lootin', and had each other's backs\nWe came through in understandin', demandin'\nJustice, bust this, we all had our hand in\nThe cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement\n\nDaryl Gates, that's where all the hate went we pass by a swap meet\nBeen shoppin' at for years, but it couldn't stop heat\nSee ya, wouldn't wanna be your next door neighbor\nLess government relief checks, more labor\n10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss\nFor exploitation, had to show 'em who was boss\nTeach 'em not to be so greedy had to shut 'em down\nBound by a peace treaty, bound by a peace treaty\n\nHit the park, bailed out the car\nAnd seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are\nNiggas showin' up from this gang and that gang\nNobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thing\nPeople just partyin', sippin' on a cup\nSome of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up\nSuited and booted, kickin' it with the locs\nIn unity, soon we'll be lovin' all black folks\n\nI heard Solo, bumpin' in a Blazer\nClownin' on a car phone, blowin' up my pager\nWatts-Up is on the set just checkin' out the scenery\nBrothers I ain't never met is hittin' me up, I had to swallow my pride\nJust kept steppin', hit em up and said, \"Right\"\nAin't no drama, 'cause I'm mobbin' with Laid-Back\nI seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac they used to work them narcotics\nLike my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products\nWe used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy\nBut now it's a peace treaty\n\nAnd now the party's acceleratin'\nThe whole crowd bounce, and sho' nuff' celebratin'\nAin't nobody bustin' shots I bumped into Mike\nA K A Mo' Like Watts and O.G., 'cause he's older\nLovin' every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder\nSo he could capture the moment, and reminisce\nI'm a always remember this\n\nBecause my niggas made the history books\nAnd now the mystery looks a lot clearer\nThe man in the mirror got power it's now or never\nMore than ever black people have to stick together\nBut yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips\nI got to admit it y'all brothers did it I just hope it don't cease\nFor the sake of all the homies that's restin' in peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Peace Treaty\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hittin' corners in a six trey Chevrolet rag top Impala, top dollar\n Got my cousin laid back ridin' shotgun\n 'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot one\n Juiced up, and I'm itchin' to hit the switches\n Crawlin' over train tracks, avoidin' all ditches\n Ice skatin' on the 20 inch tires\n Jack up the ass, and flex the gold Dayton wires\n\n Now I'm down to take a risk, gettin' geeked up off a compact disc\n I went hoppin' up crenshaw, niggas hang loose\n Lookin' for my homies to celebrate the gang truce\n And they about to throw a cook out\n So I'm puttin' down the hump, we sailin' on the look out\n For C H P, I was a teenage gee\n So I'm readin' a graffiti the walls say, \"Peace treaty\"\n\n Lookin' at the aftermath of the riot\n I can still smell the ashes from all the clashes\n But quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks\n Everybody was lootin', and had each other's backs\n We came through in understandin', demandin'\n Justice, bust this, we all had our hand in\n The cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement\n\n Daryl Gates, that's where all the hate went we pass by a swap meet\n Been shoppin' at for years, but it couldn't stop heat\n See ya, wouldn't wanna be your next door neighbor\n Less government relief checks, more labor\n 10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss\n For exploitation, had to show 'em who was boss\n Teach 'em not to be so greedy had to shut 'em down\n Bound by a peace treaty, bound by a peace treaty\n\n Hit the park, bailed out the car\n And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are\n Niggas showin' up from this gang and that gang\n Nobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thing\n People just partyin', sippin' on a cup\n Some of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up\n Suited and booted, kickin' it with the locs\n In unity, soon we'll be lovin' all black folks\n\n I heard Solo, bumpin' in a Blazer\n Clownin' on a car phone, blowin' up my pager\n Watts-Up is on the set just checkin' out the scenery\n Brothers I ain't never met is hittin' me up, I had to swallow my pride\n Just kept steppin', hit em up and said, \"Right\"\n Ain't no drama, 'cause I'm mobbin' with Laid-Back\n I seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac they used to work them narcotics\n Like my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products\n We used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy\n But now it's a peace treaty\n\n And now the party's acceleratin'\n The whole crowd bounce, and sho' nuff' celebratin'\n Ain't nobody bustin' shots I bumped into Mike\n A K A Mo' Like Watts and O.G., 'cause he's older\n Lovin' every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder\n So he could capture the moment, and reminisce\n I'm a always remember this\n\n Because my niggas made the history books\n And now the mystery looks a lot clearer\n The man in the mirror got power it's now or never\n More than ever black people have to stick together\n But yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips\n I got to admit it y'all brothers did it I just hope it don't cease\n For the sake of all the homies that's restin' in peace\n"},{"id":10547537,"name":"Ain’t That a Bitch","trackName":"Ain’t That a Bitch","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThese niggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates\nBut what they can't see is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me\nAin't that a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAnd I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\nI used to be in your position so you know that I know\nThat's a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAin't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAnd I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\nI used to be in your position so you know that I know\nThat's a bitch\n\n[Verse]\nSmoking on this technology\nMy presence is a present she ain't gotta acknowledge me\nNo matter how I gotta get it even robbery\nIt's black mask on you motherfuckers like it's Halloween\nFollow me bitch I'm all that\nYou gotta be kidding that big dog with that small cat\nI'm the dean I got a permanent hallpass\nSo when you see me in the hall you better hollas\nFall back, all my watches is wrong\n3 hours late to the Grammy's you can watch me at home\nMy 808's a gracious taste like a glock to the dome\nTen thousand dollars suit you think I was marking Capone\nThese people hate the truth if you don't believe in that\nThen why the paparazzi don't give a fuck where I'm eating at\n'Cause you know real niggers ride and white niggers hate\nSo then you realize\n\n[Hook]\nThese niggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates\nBut what they can't see is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me\nAin't that a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAnd I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\nI used to be in your position so you know that I know\nThat's a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAin't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAnd I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\nI used to be in your position so you know that I know\nThat's a bitch\n\n[Verse]\nI got good news and bad news\nThe bad news is that the good news is sad news\nBut the good news is you finally gettin' what you wished for\nBut everybody wish they can get shit they don't do shit for\nSo what makes you so different is this what you deserve\nI've been eatin' I've been eatin' I'm not ready for desert\nI escrit in die escrit man I'm finna hit the curve\nI believe it I've been reading I'll take any good word\nPraise the Lord nigga you got me\nAll these can be yours nigga houses and bugatti's\nYou doin' bad hoe you better\nYou tryin' to get this bread bro, blue cheddar\nMy mind frame is boss boss boss\nThat's on everything I get on\nMake 'em fucking clone now on anything I sit on\nYou niggas look like quadlets I prepare to get my shit on\nYou keep messing me up you gon' get pissed on\n\n[Hook]\nThese niggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates\nBut what they can't see is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me\nAin't that a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAnd I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\nI used to be in your position so you know that I know\nThat's a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAin't that a bitch\nMan how'd you wanna get rich\nAnd I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\nI used to be in your position so you know that I know\nThat's a bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ain’t That a Bitch\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 209000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n These niggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates\n But what they can't see is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me\n Ain't that a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n And I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\n I used to be in your position so you know that I know\n That's a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n Ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n And I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\n I used to be in your position so you know that I know\n That's a bitch\n\n [Verse]\n Smoking on this technology\n My presence is a present she ain't gotta acknowledge me\n No matter how I gotta get it even robbery\n It's black mask on you motherfuckers like it's Halloween\n Follow me bitch I'm all that\n You gotta be kidding that big dog with that small cat\n I'm the dean I got a permanent hallpass\n So when you see me in the hall you better hollas\n Fall back, all my watches is wrong\n 3 hours late to the Grammy's you can watch me at home\n My 808's a gracious taste like a glock to the dome\n Ten thousand dollars suit you think I was marking Capone\n These people hate the truth if you don't believe in that\n Then why the paparazzi don't give a fuck where I'm eating at\n 'Cause you know real niggers ride and white niggers hate\n So then you realize\n\n [Hook]\n These niggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates\n But what they can't see is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me\n Ain't that a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n And I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\n I used to be in your position so you know that I know\n That's a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n Ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n And I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\n I used to be in your position so you know that I know\n That's a bitch\n\n [Verse]\n I got good news and bad news\n The bad news is that the good news is sad news\n But the good news is you finally gettin' what you wished for\n But everybody wish they can get shit they don't do shit for\n So what makes you so different is this what you deserve\n I've been eatin' I've been eatin' I'm not ready for desert\n I escrit in die escrit man I'm finna hit the curve\n I believe it I've been reading I'll take any good word\n Praise the Lord nigga you got me\n All these can be yours nigga houses and bugatti's\n You doin' bad hoe you better\n You tryin' to get this bread bro, blue cheddar\n My mind frame is boss boss boss\n That's on everything I get on\n Make 'em fucking clone now on anything I sit on\n You niggas look like quadlets I prepare to get my shit on\n You keep messing me up you gon' get pissed on\n\n [Hook]\n These niggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates\n But what they can't see is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me\n Ain't that a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n And I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\n I used to be in your position so you know that I know\n That's a bitch (ain't that a bitch) ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n Ain't that a bitch\n Man how'd you wanna get rich\n And I can see my niggaz live and watch them haters die slow\n I used to be in your position so you know that I know\n That's a bitch\n"},{"id":10547533,"name":"Drama","trackName":"Drama","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ VERSE 1 ]\nFuck, duck down, niggas is shootin\nAnd I can't go out like Sir Isaac Newton\nCatch a stray one, cause from day one I been escapin\nSo I figure I'm due for a yellow tapin\nBut it ain't today, thank God\nSo I kiss my mother and count my bank rod\nAnd then it's back to the warzone\nIn Southern California you gots to get yours on\nA real East Side Story\nI'm talkin Compton and Watts, for thyne is the glory\nA tale of two cities where it's non-stop drama\nNot the Apollo joint\nBut from the hollow-point\n-blank, I sleep to the sound of a siren\nThe shit is so tirin\nAnd other nights I can't even crash\nWithout the same fuckin mutts turnin over my trash\nIt's just drama\n\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\nIt's just too much drama\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\n[ VERSE 2 ]\nOne-time got my street blocked off\nAnd I wonder what's poppin\nBut I ain't stoppin\n>From what it look like a officer got smoked\nAnd most likely it's from some shit he provoked\nBut regardless the police is kickin up dust\nSo now it's like 'in glock we trust'\nAnd everybody in my hood is suspects\nBut ain't nobody snitchin, so what's next?\nThey try to break the unity\nMake an example of a nigga to frighten the whole community\nSo put out an all-points bulletin and on Kam\nAnd Watts-Up - goddamn!\nAin't nobody said a word\nBut now somehow I'm under the ghetto bird\nOn a high-speed chase\nThe right time in the wrong place\nI caught drama\n\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\nIt's just too much drama\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\n[ VERSE 3 ]\nDamn, I just heard about the homie\nThat's fucked up, give my condolences to the family for me\nCause I know they took it hard\nThe shit caught us all off guard\nThat was my dog, he ain't never meant no harm\nI went and got his name tatooed on my forearm\nRight after the funeral\nGoddamn, that's two in a row\nHomeboys I done lost to gang violence\nAnd I ain't been able to smile since\nI know everything happen for a reason\nBut now the blood in my veins is freezin\nAin't no more feelings left, I'm cold-hearted\nI wasn't dearly, but nearly departed\nSo I know I got a purpose\nBut L.A. is like a circus\nIt's too much drama\n\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\nIt's just too much drama\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\n[ VERSE 4 ]\nSo another day, another dirty dollar\nLike Marvin Gaye sometimes it make me want to holler\nWhile I try to make a livin, I'm givin\nYou pee o-n t-h-e U.S.A. - hey\nSo how much for the ski-mask?\nAin't none of your business what it's for, so don't even ask\nCause America is on the fall\nIt's every man for himself and God for us all\nAnd action speaks louder than words\n>From what I hear the Mexicans got the birds\nI seem em puttin up stores\nI say it's time I kick in some casa doors\nAnd play Robin Hood, I been good too long\nTakin this shit, you can't expect me not to do wrong\nSo the stage is set for an Academy Award\nAnd oh my Lord\n\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\nIt's just too much drama\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\nIt's just drama\n\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\nIt's just too much drama\n(More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\nIt's just drama","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Drama\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [ VERSE 1 ]\n Fuck, duck down, niggas is shootin\n And I can't go out like Sir Isaac Newton\n Catch a stray one, cause from day one I been escapin\n So I figure I'm due for a yellow tapin\n But it ain't today, thank God\n So I kiss my mother and count my bank rod\n And then it's back to the warzone\n In Southern California you gots to get yours on\n A real East Side Story\n I'm talkin Compton and Watts, for thyne is the glory\n A tale of two cities where it's non-stop drama\n Not the Apollo joint\n But from the hollow-point\n -blank, I sleep to the sound of a siren\n The shit is so tirin\n And other nights I can't even crash\n Without the same fuckin mutts turnin over my trash\n It's just drama\n\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n It's just too much drama\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\n [ VERSE 2 ]\n One-time got my street blocked off\n And I wonder what's poppin\n But I ain't stoppin\n >From what it look like a officer got smoked\n And most likely it's from some shit he provoked\n But regardless the police is kickin up dust\n So now it's like 'in glock we trust'\n And everybody in my hood is suspects\n But ain't nobody snitchin, so what's next?\n They try to break the unity\n Make an example of a nigga to frighten the whole community\n So put out an all-points bulletin and on Kam\n And Watts-Up - goddamn!\n Ain't nobody said a word\n But now somehow I'm under the ghetto bird\n On a high-speed chase\n The right time in the wrong place\n I caught drama\n\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n It's just too much drama\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\n [ VERSE 3 ]\n Damn, I just heard about the homie\n That's fucked up, give my condolences to the family for me\n Cause I know they took it hard\n The shit caught us all off guard\n That was my dog, he ain't never meant no harm\n I went and got his name tatooed on my forearm\n Right after the funeral\n Goddamn, that's two in a row\n Homeboys I done lost to gang violence\n And I ain't been able to smile since\n I know everything happen for a reason\n But now the blood in my veins is freezin\n Ain't no more feelings left, I'm cold-hearted\n I wasn't dearly, but nearly departed\n So I know I got a purpose\n But L.A. is like a circus\n It's too much drama\n\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n It's just too much drama\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\n [ VERSE 4 ]\n So another day, another dirty dollar\n Like Marvin Gaye sometimes it make me want to holler\n While I try to make a livin, I'm givin\n You pee o-n t-h-e U.S.A. - hey\n So how much for the ski-mask?\n Ain't none of your business what it's for, so don't even ask\n Cause America is on the fall\n It's every man for himself and God for us all\n And action speaks louder than words\n >From what I hear the Mexicans got the birds\n I seem em puttin up stores\n I say it's time I kick in some casa doors\n And play Robin Hood, I been good too long\n Takin this shit, you can't expect me not to do wrong\n So the stage is set for an Academy Award\n And oh my Lord\n\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n It's just too much drama\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\n It's just drama\n\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n It's just too much drama\n (More drama, more drama, more drama)\n\n It's just drama\n"},{"id":10547531,"name":"Still Got Love 4 ’um","trackName":"Still Got Love 4 ’um","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(My nigga)\n(That's right)\n\n[ VERSE 1 ]\nNow I look back, and I can remember\nGrowin up po, waitin fo December\n25th, when a gift was all I wanted (Yup)\nAnd I didn't have a care in the world, just fun\nWith all the homeboys around my age\nWasn't no complaints about life in the first stages\nThe pages turned, and we learned us a lesson today\nTo keep them girls and switches away\nAll play, and no work checks\nFor raisin animals and catchin insects\nIt was a everyday thang to see the homeboys and me\nRaidin somebody's fruit tree\nLittle nappy-head nature boys\nIn a concrete jungle, so wherever one go\nThe others'll follow him like a lost dove\n(What's up, loc?) And till this day I still got love\nFor em, though I don't know em like I used to\nThey still my family, now ask me who's who\nAnd I can tell you about some dirt, or soap-like gossip\nBut why should I trip?\nBecause we all got skeletons dwellin in the closet\nSo I wonder how is it\nPeople be forgettin about they homies?\nWhen they make ends, meet let them roam streets\nAfter all y'all done been through\nYo, to put them up is the least you can do\nBut now I see just how niggas act\nYo, y'all can turn y'all back\nBut I still got love for em\n\n(Homie that I went to school with)\n(Got mo' love for me here)\nI still got love for em\n(My nigga)\n\n[ VERSE 2 ]\nI used to be able to walk through\nAnybody's neighborhood that I wanted to talk to\nAnd see how they was livin, how they life was lookin\n(Wassup?) Got they sisters, and ate they mamas' cookin\nYoung and innocent, the good old days\nWe started to grow apart, and go our seperate ways\nSteady competin for the most attention\nUp at the school house, hours of sittin\nThat they had to find somethig else to fade me\nCause they ain't have a letter high enough to grade me\nMaybe then some people got jealous\nThought they was smart, and got crushed like relish\nSo birds of a feather ran together in cliques\nNerds, jocks, and tricks\nAnd the ones just kickin it in between\nGang-related, you know who I mean\nI got love for em\n\n(Homie that I went to school with)\n(Got mo' love for me here)\nI still got love for em\n(My nigga)\n\n[ VERSE 3 ]\nAnd we used to get into it every now and then\nTryin to prove a point in front of the little women\n(Wassup?) Showin out like movie ushers\nWe rat-packed them, and then they rushed us\nGoin back and forth, it seemed like forever\nWas unpredictable like L.A. weather\nThe object was just a reputation\n(Or some) Or some kinda ovation\nThat is, until money came into the picture\nNow it was on from dust to dawn\nAnd everything jumped to a whole new level\nGettin kicks, comin up off licks\nThe devil in disguise, but it was so easy\nAffordin all the shit that we seen on tv\nSo whatever it takes, we gotta make them ends\nEven if it mean jackin friends\nSo I went my way, and they went theirs\nStayin out of each other's affairs\nSome life was lost, smoked out, and on fat\nAnd after all that\nI still got love for em\n\n(Homie that I went to school with)\n(Got mo' love for me here)\nI still got love for em\n(My nigga)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Got Love 4 ’um\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 263000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (My nigga)\n (That's right)\n\n [ VERSE 1 ]\n Now I look back, and I can remember\n Growin up po, waitin fo December\n 25th, when a gift was all I wanted (Yup)\n And I didn't have a care in the world, just fun\n With all the homeboys around my age\n Wasn't no complaints about life in the first stages\n The pages turned, and we learned us a lesson today\n To keep them girls and switches away\n All play, and no work checks\n For raisin animals and catchin insects\n It was a everyday thang to see the homeboys and me\n Raidin somebody's fruit tree\n Little nappy-head nature boys\n In a concrete jungle, so wherever one go\n The others'll follow him like a lost dove\n (What's up, loc?) And till this day I still got love\n For em, though I don't know em like I used to\n They still my family, now ask me who's who\n And I can tell you about some dirt, or soap-like gossip\n But why should I trip?\n Because we all got skeletons dwellin in the closet\n So I wonder how is it\n People be forgettin about they homies?\n When they make ends, meet let them roam streets\n After all y'all done been through\n Yo, to put them up is the least you can do\n But now I see just how niggas act\n Yo, y'all can turn y'all back\n But I still got love for em\n\n (Homie that I went to school with)\n (Got mo' love for me here)\n I still got love for em\n (My nigga)\n\n [ VERSE 2 ]\n I used to be able to walk through\n Anybody's neighborhood that I wanted to talk to\n And see how they was livin, how they life was lookin\n (Wassup?) Got they sisters, and ate they mamas' cookin\n Young and innocent, the good old days\n We started to grow apart, and go our seperate ways\n Steady competin for the most attention\n Up at the school house, hours of sittin\n That they had to find somethig else to fade me\n Cause they ain't have a letter high enough to grade me\n Maybe then some people got jealous\n Thought they was smart, and got crushed like relish\n So birds of a feather ran together in cliques\n Nerds, jocks, and tricks\n And the ones just kickin it in between\n Gang-related, you know who I mean\n I got love for em\n\n (Homie that I went to school with)\n (Got mo' love for me here)\n I still got love for em\n (My nigga)\n\n [ VERSE 3 ]\n And we used to get into it every now and then\n Tryin to prove a point in front of the little women\n (Wassup?) Showin out like movie ushers\n We rat-packed them, and then they rushed us\n Goin back and forth, it seemed like forever\n Was unpredictable like L.A. weather\n The object was just a reputation\n (Or some) Or some kinda ovation\n That is, until money came into the picture\n Now it was on from dust to dawn\n And everything jumped to a whole new level\n Gettin kicks, comin up off licks\n The devil in disguise, but it was so easy\n Affordin all the shit that we seen on tv\n So whatever it takes, we gotta make them ends\n Even if it mean jackin friends\n So I went my way, and they went theirs\n Stayin out of each other's affairs\n Some life was lost, smoked out, and on fat\n And after all that\n I still got love for em\n\n (Homie that I went to school with)\n (Got mo' love for me here)\n I still got love for em\n (My nigga)\n"},{"id":10547535,"name":"Y’all Don’t Hear Me Dough","trackName":"Y’all Don’t Hear Me Dough","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Damn, one-time just bust a you\nAnd they 4 deep, too\nThey seen all these caps and T-shirts\nAnd them gold thangs underneath the skirts\n\nBut the law ain't been broken\nWait, I see 3 white cops and one token\nOh, so that explains it, no doubt\nUncle Tom pointed us out\n\nBut I ain't tryin' to get jacked\nThey give me static, I'm givin' the shit back\n'Cause I ain't did nothin' wrong\nAnd this L.A. drama been goin' on too long\n\nSo it's on if they touch me\nMatter of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me\n'Cause fool, I ain't waitin'\nI'm 5000, so much for gold Daytons\n\nI hit a side street and circled twice\nShook 'em like hot dice\nParked the toy in a driveway\n'Cause the same thing happened last Friday\n\nI tried to tell you\nThey was devils once befo'\nBut y'all don't hear me though\n\nHey, fellas\nYou guys know who I'm talkin' to\nHey, fellas\nYou guys know who I'm talkin' to\n\nDamn, this baby pagin' me, 911\nWho is that? This bad-ass white girl from\nAw nigga, you went out like a straight Boyscout\nWhat you talkin' 'bout?\n\nFool, this girl a straight freak\nYeah, she probably have your ass at the clinic every week\nAskin' the doctor, \"Have you ever seen this?\"\nWith a long-wired q-tip, stuck up your penis\n\nWaitin' for the test results to come back from upstairs\nWhile you say your prayers\nAnd ask yourself, \"Was it really worth it?\"\nBefore Casanova crossed over, everything was perfect\n\nBut you wasn't satisfied with the sisters\nSo now you got blisters\nTrick or treat? Aw, nigga, you can eat a dick\nOr vice versa, that's how you treat a trick\n\nNigga like you who ain't learned\nThat hittin' pale skins'll get you burned\nMan, y'all better let them white hoes go\nBut y'all don't hear me though\n\nHey, fellas\nYou guys know who I'm talkin' to\nHey, fellas\nYou guys know who I'm talkin' to\n\nDamn Kam, I got a migraine, what you eat?\nJust some pork chops and pig's feet\nAnd a couple of strips of bacon\nWhat? And my head just started achin'\n\nI hate to say, \"I told you so\" but I told ya\nYou couldn't take it from a soldier\nKam got the ham broken down to a science\nSo keep it out your appliance\n\nCat plus rat plus dog equals hog\nPoison-ass animals, people need to ban 'em all\nNigga, I been eatin' pork all my life and I'm cool\nFool, you don't know what you're missin'\n\nListen that's the reason why you get sick so quick\nAnd spend a straight grip with doctor Tom Slick\nSo he can fill your prescription\nFor your ass, for your headaches and your hyper tension\n\nWhen all you gotta do is stop eatin' the swine\nAnd everything'll be fine\nBlack folk better leave that pork at the sto'\nBut y'all don't hear me though\n\nHey, fellas\nYou guys know who I'm talkin' to\nHey, fellas\nYou guys know who I'm talkin' to\n\nDamn, my nigga got stretched\nHe's down for the K.O., for movin' that lleyo\nAnd now they askin' him to snitch\nI hate to say it but the nigga dug his own ditch\n\nSo now he's caught in a catch 22\nDamned if he don't and fucked if he do\nLookin' at 15 with a L\nScared he'll touch down, so what the hell\n\nHe starts singin' like a bird\nFederal detectives recordin' every word\nPuttin' niggas in a twist, steppin' on toes\nHow long will he last? God only knows\n\nBallin' outta control, gotta put on a hold\nSo it's on like that, nigga, where my niggas at?\nIt ain't like he didn't know\n'Cause I damn sure, told him, he just ain't hear me though","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Y’all Don’t Hear Me Dough\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 210000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Damn, one-time just bust a you\n And they 4 deep, too\n They seen all these caps and T-shirts\n And them gold thangs underneath the skirts\n\n But the law ain't been broken\n Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token\n Oh, so that explains it, no doubt\n Uncle Tom pointed us out\n\n But I ain't tryin' to get jacked\n They give me static, I'm givin' the shit back\n 'Cause I ain't did nothin' wrong\n And this L.A. drama been goin' on too long\n\n So it's on if they touch me\n Matter of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me\n 'Cause fool, I ain't waitin'\n I'm 5000, so much for gold Daytons\n\n I hit a side street and circled twice\n Shook 'em like hot dice\n Parked the toy in a driveway\n 'Cause the same thing happened last Friday\n\n I tried to tell you\n They was devils once befo'\n But y'all don't hear me though\n\n Hey, fellas\n You guys know who I'm talkin' to\n Hey, fellas\n You guys know who I'm talkin' to\n\n Damn, this baby pagin' me, 911\n Who is that? This bad-ass white girl from\n Aw nigga, you went out like a straight Boyscout\n What you talkin' 'bout?\n\n Fool, this girl a straight freak\n Yeah, she probably have your ass at the clinic every week\n Askin' the doctor, \"Have you ever seen this?\"\n With a long-wired q-tip, stuck up your penis\n\n Waitin' for the test results to come back from upstairs\n While you say your prayers\n And ask yourself, \"Was it really worth it?\"\n Before Casanova crossed over, everything was perfect\n\n But you wasn't satisfied with the sisters\n So now you got blisters\n Trick or treat? Aw, nigga, you can eat a dick\n Or vice versa, that's how you treat a trick\n\n Nigga like you who ain't learned\n That hittin' pale skins'll get you burned\n Man, y'all better let them white hoes go\n But y'all don't hear me though\n\n Hey, fellas\n You guys know who I'm talkin' to\n Hey, fellas\n You guys know who I'm talkin' to\n\n Damn Kam, I got a migraine, what you eat?\n Just some pork chops and pig's feet\n And a couple of strips of bacon\n What? And my head just started achin'\n\n I hate to say, \"I told you so\" but I told ya\n You couldn't take it from a soldier\n Kam got the ham broken down to a science\n So keep it out your appliance\n\n Cat plus rat plus dog equals hog\n Poison-ass animals, people need to ban 'em all\n Nigga, I been eatin' pork all my life and I'm cool\n Fool, you don't know what you're missin'\n\n Listen that's the reason why you get sick so quick\n And spend a straight grip with doctor Tom Slick\n So he can fill your prescription\n For your ass, for your headaches and your hyper tension\n\n When all you gotta do is stop eatin' the swine\n And everything'll be fine\n Black folk better leave that pork at the sto'\n But y'all don't hear me though\n\n Hey, fellas\n You guys know who I'm talkin' to\n Hey, fellas\n You guys know who I'm talkin' to\n\n Damn, my nigga got stretched\n He's down for the K.O., for movin' that lleyo\n And now they askin' him to snitch\n I hate to say it but the nigga dug his own ditch\n\n So now he's caught in a catch 22\n Damned if he don't and fucked if he do\n Lookin' at 15 with a L\n Scared he'll touch down, so what the hell\n\n He starts singin' like a bird\n Federal detectives recordin' every word\n Puttin' niggas in a twist, steppin' on toes\n How long will he last? God only knows\n\n Ballin' outta control, gotta put on a hold\n So it's on like that, nigga, where my niggas at?\n It ain't like he didn't know\n 'Cause I damn sure, told him, he just ain't hear me though\n"},{"id":29114650,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":76.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God is enraged at America\nBecause of your evils done to an innocent people\nYou will learn to leave black people alone all over America\nAmerica, you gonna do justice by these or you will die\n\nThese are liars\nPolice, liars\nCoroner, liars\nDistrict attorney, liars\nJudge, liars\nJustice department, liars\nAttorney general, liars\nLiars\n\nYou don't have no power against God\nYou have the most powerful army, navy, air force in the world\nBut try it out against Allah\nGo and arrest Him who is moving the storm toward your shore\nGo and arrest Him who terrorizes your cities and your towns\nArrest Him\nHe's a man\nSpeak Him\nHe no spook, He's a real live human being\nYou gonna need Him in a while\n\nThese little young brothers are tired of this crap\nThey're tired of you feeding them this weak\nMilk toast religion and this faggot God\nThey want a real God\nA God that can bring justice and judgment down\n\nI'm through","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Intro\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 76000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n God is enraged at America\n Because of your evils done to an innocent people\n You will learn to leave black people alone all over America\n America, you gonna do justice by these or you will die\n\n These are liars\n Police, liars\n Coroner, liars\n District attorney, liars\n Judge, liars\n Justice department, liars\n Attorney general, liars\n Liars\n\n You don't have no power against God\n You have the most powerful army, navy, air force in the world\n But try it out against Allah\n Go and arrest Him who is moving the storm toward your shore\n Go and arrest Him who terrorizes your cities and your towns\n Arrest Him\n He's a man\n Speak Him\n He no spook, He's a real live human being\n You gonna need Him in a while\n\n These little young brothers are tired of this crap\n They're tired of you feeding them this weak\n Milk toast religion and this faggot God\n They want a real God\n A God that can bring justice and judgment down\n\n I'm through\n"},{"id":28596897,"name":"Watts Riot","trackName":"Watts Riot","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God damn devils, done finally made they move on South Los Angeles\nIn Watts, the shots don't quit and in Compton we got the same shit\nDamn pigs is puttin' in straight work\nMurderin' blacks and just smirk\n\nAin't nothin' but another day at the office\nSo now it's damn near illegal to be a Negro\nSo do I make a run for the border?\nOr fuck Bush, and his \"New World Order\"\n\nThe law is the straw that broke the camel's back\nJust one more punk attack\nOn the black, and now the shit is on\nPeel his cap and I'm gone, oh yeah\n\nSee now all hell is finna break loose\nAnd Uncle Tom ain't got no juice\nNigga shoulda been down from the start\nBut he ain't had a heart, for another Watts riot\n\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\n\nSo we done lost all patience\nMan fuck police investigations\nSee we gon' handle this right, tonight\nWe're tearin' up everything in fuckin' sight\n\nAnd I ain't got a damn thing to lose\nSo the news gon' have they hands full\nNot to mention the police, fool\nNo justice, no peace\n\nIt's a eye for a eye, so don't even try and speak\nOn how blacks should turn the other cheek\nTo hell with all y'all devils\nAin't no love losses for no white crosses\n\nSo what y'all know about this interpretation\nWith your college education?\nY'all best just keep quiet\nAnd get your ass ready for this next Watts riot\n\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\n\nStraight pandemonium, niggaz I'm with nutty\nMr. Macgillicuddy done got, got\nAnd I'm tossin' more cocktails loc\n'Til the whole fuckin' block smell like smoke\n\nBlack folks are locin', no jokin'\nYo Kam, grab the coke and choke 'em\nMake sure that somethin' is broken\nAnd then you can smoke him\n\nGot a clip on the news of me with a TV\nAnd I don't give a fuck who done seen me\nFightin' the police with my peers\nWith head and shoulders, and no more tears\n\nAnd they can't stop me\n'Cause, I'm eatin' more crackers than Polly\nFor the Jack that smoked the black\nI gotta do the right thing for you and Rodney King\n\nBurn down his market\nBut then you claim, Ice Cube had to spark it\nPuttin' Beverly Hills in fear\n'Cause Hollywood burnt down last year\n\nSo if you throw me Ozzie and Harriet\nI fuck around and bury it, huh\nAin't makin' the hood look shitty\nWatts riot, insert your city motherfucker\n\nThe whole city is on fire\nAnd now it's down to the wire\nTime to call for a national emergency\n'Cause white folk goin' up in smoke\n\nToo fast, they ass is out before they know it\nSo when I light this cocktail, Cube throw it\nAnd make sure that it reach\nYeah motherfucker, that's for Howard Beach\n\nAnd Brother Olivert X, so what's next\nWith y'all punk-ass cowards?\nEach of us bring fo' devils\nAnd let's get this over with, yeah, no shit\n\nWe ain't worried about dyin'\nMan, I think you better give up, man, nah, I ain't even tryin'\nI'd rather go out fightin'\nBut let y'all tell it I'm incitin' a Watts riot\n\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\nWatts riot\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Watts Riot\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 247000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n God damn devils, done finally made they move on South Los Angeles\n In Watts, the shots don't quit and in Compton we got the same shit\n Damn pigs is puttin' in straight work\n Murderin' blacks and just smirk\n\n Ain't nothin' but another day at the office\n So now it's damn near illegal to be a Negro\n So do I make a run for the border?\n Or fuck Bush, and his \"New World Order\"\n\n The law is the straw that broke the camel's back\n Just one more punk attack\n On the black, and now the shit is on\n Peel his cap and I'm gone, oh yeah\n\n See now all hell is finna break loose\n And Uncle Tom ain't got no juice\n Nigga shoulda been down from the start\n But he ain't had a heart, for another Watts riot\n\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n\n So we done lost all patience\n Man fuck police investigations\n See we gon' handle this right, tonight\n We're tearin' up everything in fuckin' sight\n\n And I ain't got a damn thing to lose\n So the news gon' have they hands full\n Not to mention the police, fool\n No justice, no peace\n\n It's a eye for a eye, so don't even try and speak\n On how blacks should turn the other cheek\n To hell with all y'all devils\n Ain't no love losses for no white crosses\n\n So what y'all know about this interpretation\n With your college education?\n Y'all best just keep quiet\n And get your ass ready for this next Watts riot\n\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n\n Straight pandemonium, niggaz I'm with nutty\n Mr. Macgillicuddy done got, got\n And I'm tossin' more cocktails loc\n 'Til the whole fuckin' block smell like smoke\n\n Black folks are locin', no jokin'\n Yo Kam, grab the coke and choke 'em\n Make sure that somethin' is broken\n And then you can smoke him\n\n Got a clip on the news of me with a TV\n And I don't give a fuck who done seen me\n Fightin' the police with my peers\n With head and shoulders, and no more tears\n\n And they can't stop me\n 'Cause, I'm eatin' more crackers than Polly\n For the Jack that smoked the black\n I gotta do the right thing for you and Rodney King\n\n Burn down his market\n But then you claim, Ice Cube had to spark it\n Puttin' Beverly Hills in fear\n 'Cause Hollywood burnt down last year\n\n So if you throw me Ozzie and Harriet\n I fuck around and bury it, huh\n Ain't makin' the hood look shitty\n Watts riot, insert your city motherfucker\n\n The whole city is on fire\n And now it's down to the wire\n Time to call for a national emergency\n 'Cause white folk goin' up in smoke\n\n Too fast, they ass is out before they know it\n So when I light this cocktail, Cube throw it\n And make sure that it reach\n Yeah motherfucker, that's for Howard Beach\n\n And Brother Olivert X, so what's next\n With y'all punk-ass cowards?\n Each of us bring fo' devils\n And let's get this over with, yeah, no shit\n\n We ain't worried about dyin'\n Man, I think you better give up, man, nah, I ain't even tryin'\n I'd rather go out fightin'\n But let y'all tell it I'm incitin' a Watts riot\n\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n Watts riot\n ...\n"},{"id":28596962,"name":"Outro","trackName":"Outro","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thank you for listening\nTo my soul\nTo my songs\nMy heart\nReally putting my heart in this\nMy all, everything I got\n\nGot me\nFeeling a way\nPut my heart into safe\nImma spark away the pain\nThen get right back on the stage\nI'm in my bag\nTryna make it off of rap\nEverybody turn they back\nWhen you step out from the pack\nGot my\nBrother with me\nHe gon ride until the ending\nSacrifices for the pendants\nUsed to save up every penny\nWe gon be big ballin\nTurn my closet to a mall and\nPut my all into this shit to make sure everyone is called on\n\nSleep on me\nHad to wake they asses up\nDropped Legal in two weeks\nThis one only took a month\nI grind like no one else so don't compare me\nLooking for trophies on my shelf where's my Grammy\n\nGod damn\nKam\nLooks like you been called on\nWho would've thought\nI'd ever pick up a microphone\nBack then playing football on the street\nOlder cousins always told to me never face defeat\nAnd if You did get right back up on you feet\nKeep moving forward and don't you ever retreat\nI'm at the point where I feel like I just can't be beat\nSo many cities on my chest so I just rep the I.E.\n\nKnow my grandpa proud me\nFuck that\nI mean us\nMB5 up on my chest\nCuz we each is on something\nWe all blessed with gifts\nAnd we all use them\nFrom the bottom to the top\nYea we the big dogs\n\nCalled on\nKam you've been called on\nCalled on\nKam you've been called on\nThey ain't talk to me before\nAnd now they blowing up my phone\nIt's my time\nI've been called on\n\nAt crossroads\nLosing friends that I swear would've been with me to the end\nKnew it would happen way before this all began\nSome people don't wanna see they own nigga win\n\nOh well\nGotta stay focused\nWrite these songs to pay the bills\nThey act like know me you don't feel the pain I feel\nIt could be worse suck it up and I prevail\nKept me on the right track never seen a jail\nImma be big knew it since I was little\nThey tried to teach me but I couldn't sit still\nI need to moving shit making dreams real\nAnd if you gotta problem we solve it right here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Outro\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 148000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Thank you for listening\n To my soul\n To my songs\n My heart\n Really putting my heart in this\n My all, everything I got\n\n Got me\n Feeling a way\n Put my heart into safe\n Imma spark away the pain\n Then get right back on the stage\n I'm in my bag\n Tryna make it off of rap\n Everybody turn they back\n When you step out from the pack\n Got my\n Brother with me\n He gon ride until the ending\n Sacrifices for the pendants\n Used to save up every penny\n We gon be big ballin\n Turn my closet to a mall and\n Put my all into this shit to make sure everyone is called on\n\n Sleep on me\n Had to wake they asses up\n Dropped Legal in two weeks\n This one only took a month\n I grind like no one else so don't compare me\n Looking for trophies on my shelf where's my Grammy\n\n God damn\n Kam\n Looks like you been called on\n Who would've thought\n I'd ever pick up a microphone\n Back then playing football on the street\n Older cousins always told to me never face defeat\n And if You did get right back up on you feet\n Keep moving forward and don't you ever retreat\n I'm at the point where I feel like I just can't be beat\n So many cities on my chest so I just rep the I.E.\n\n Know my grandpa proud me\n Fuck that\n I mean us\n MB5 up on my chest\n Cuz we each is on something\n We all blessed with gifts\n And we all use them\n From the bottom to the top\n Yea we the big dogs\n\n Called on\n Kam you've been called on\n Called on\n Kam you've been called on\n They ain't talk to me before\n And now they blowing up my phone\n It's my time\n I've been called on\n\n At crossroads\n Losing friends that I swear would've been with me to the end\n Knew it would happen way before this all began\n Some people don't wanna see they own nigga win\n\n Oh well\n Gotta stay focused\n Write these songs to pay the bills\n They act like know me you don't feel the pain I feel\n It could be worse suck it up and I prevail\n Kept me on the right track never seen a jail\n Imma be big knew it since I was little\n They tried to teach me but I couldn't sit still\n I need to moving shit making dreams real\n And if you gotta problem we solve it right here\n"},{"id":37412785,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":80.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"God is enraged at America\nBecause of your evils done to an innocent people\nYou will learn to leave black people alone all over America\nAmerica, you gonna do justice by these or you will die\n\nThese are liars\nPolice, liars\nCoroner, liars\nDistrict attorney, liars\nJudge, liars\nJustice department, liars\nAttorney general, liars\nLiars\n\nYou don't have no power against God\nYou have the most powerful army, navy, air force in the world\nBut try it out against Allah\nGo and arrest Him who is moving the storm toward your shore\nGo and arrest Him who terrorizes your cities and your towns\nArrest Him\nHe's a man\nSpeak Him\nHe no spook, He's a real live human being\nYou gonna need Him in a while\n\nThese little young brothers are tired of this crap\nThey're tired of you feeding them this weak\nMilk toast religion and this faggot God\nThey want a real God\nA God that can bring justice and judgment down\n\nI'm through","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Intro\n artist: Kam\n album: Neva Again\n duration_ms: 80091\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n God is enraged at America\n Because of your evils done to an innocent people\n You will learn to leave black people alone all over America\n America, you gonna do justice by these or you will die\n\n These are liars\n Police, liars\n Coroner, liars\n District attorney, liars\n Judge, liars\n Justice department, liars\n Attorney general, liars\n Liars\n\n You don't have no power against God\n You have the most powerful army, navy, air force in the world\n But try it out against Allah\n Go and arrest Him who is moving the storm toward your shore\n Go and arrest Him who terrorizes your cities and your towns\n Arrest Him\n He's a man\n Speak Him\n He no spook, He's a real live human being\n You gonna need Him in a while\n\n These little young brothers are tired of this crap\n They're tired of you feeding them this weak\n Milk toast religion and this faggot God\n They want a real God\n A God that can bring justice and judgment down\n\n I'm through\n"}]