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Woo woo, woo woo\nThe whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my 10,000 hours in training\nWhile juggling, gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe here to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yeah, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch\nI might demolish a bitch right in front ya\nChico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deplore him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil' in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWoah\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWoah\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.22] Dick hard like rottweiler\n[00:04.04] Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n[00:10.52] The whole industry been in shambles\n[00:12.33] Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n[00:15.07] Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n[00:18.00] Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n[00:21.05] I like my raps extra prolific\n[00:22.98] Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n[00:25.60] And I won't mention my 10,000 hours in training\n[00:27.91] While juggling, gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n[00:31.00] And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n[00:33.29] They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n[00:35.85] What this about, is it money or skill?\n[00:37.78] Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n[00:40.35] You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n[00:44.31] I can see y'all incapable\n[00:46.13] To be the God emcees, you know me well\n[00:48.60] Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n[00:51.17] Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n[00:53.71] I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n[00:55.97] Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n[00:58.06] We here to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n[01:00.63] Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n[01:03.89] It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n[01:05.56] I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n[01:08.35] It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n[01:11.12] Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n[01:13.51] Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n[01:16.00] And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n[01:18.70] Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n[01:22.42] This is what they want, I'm the one\n[01:24.04] This is vintage from 1980 somethin'\n[01:25.87] I'm the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun\n[01:28.39] Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n[01:31.73] I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n[01:34.14] He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n[01:36.79] I'm in the White House going all out\n[01:38.81] Bumping College Dropout, God bless Americans\n[01:42.06] Nothing more influential than rap music\n[01:44.46] I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n[01:46.87] I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n[01:49.07] They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n[01:51.48] Oh yeah, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n[01:54.50] My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia\n[01:56.42] A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\n[01:58.94] Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch\n[02:00.75] I might demolish a bitch right in front ya\n[02:02.68] Chico, what have you done here?\n[02:03.93] D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n[02:06.87] It gets annoying, niggas wanna deplore him\n[02:08.84] And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\n[02:11.50] Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n[02:13.56] Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n[02:16.55] Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\n[02:19.09] Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\n[02:21.66] To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n[02:24.18] I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n[02:26.53] My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n[02:29.19] Hundred mil' in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n[02:31.61] You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n[02:34.27] Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n[02:36.68] So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n[02:39.34] Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n[02:43.24] I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n[02:45.18] I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n[02:47.75] Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n[02:49.97] Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n[02:53.31] This shit is just not fair\n[02:55.87] But why the fuck should I care?\n[02:58.40] The story of your life here\n[02:59.81] Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n[03:02.30] Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n[03:04.78] Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n[03:07.21] But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n[03:09.81] Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n[03:12.31] Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n[03:15.06] Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n[03:17.21] And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n[03:19.96] And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n[03:22.41] Woah\n[03:24.96] Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n[03:27.36] Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n[03:29.81] I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n[03:32.53] I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. 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Woo woo, woo woo\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my 10,000 hours in training\n  While juggling, gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We here to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yeah, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch\n  I might demolish a bitch right in front ya\n  Chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deplore him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil' in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Woah\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Woah\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you)\n"},{"id":12661409,"name":"Black Friday","trackName":"Black Friday","artistName":"Lamar, Kendrick","albumName":"Black Friday","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dick hard like Rottweiler\nCan you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\nThe whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday\n  artist: Lamar, Kendrick\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dick hard like Rottweiler\n  Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n"},{"id":12661414,"name":"Black Friday","trackName":"Black Friday","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Black Friday","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dick hard like Rottweiler\nCan you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\nThe whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dick hard like Rottweiler\n  Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n"},{"id":24433171,"name":"Black Friday","trackName":"Black Friday","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Black Friday (Single)","duration":239.804082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dick hard like Rottweiler\nCan you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\nThe whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Black Friday (Single)\n  duration_ms: 239804\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dick hard like Rottweiler\n  Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n"},{"id":32460635,"name":"Black Friday","trackName":"Black Friday","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly Era","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dick hard like Rottweiler\nCan you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\nThe whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly Era\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dick hard like Rottweiler\n  Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n"},{"id":21488121,"name":"Black Friday","trackName":"Black Friday","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"KL","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dick hard like Rottweiler\nCan you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\nThe whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: KL\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dick hard like Rottweiler\n  Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n"},{"id":6225165,"name":"They Say (feat. Kendrick Lamar)","trackName":"They Say (feat. Kendrick Lamar)","artistName":"Jay Rock","albumName":"Black Friday","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Growin up i was a knucklehead,\nBoy you never listen to me! thats wat my momma said\nIm from the projects, i aint never had shit,\nMe and my older brother, we had to share a mattress\nNo heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit,\nMy daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and shit\nGang bangas dope dealers replaced my father,\nNeighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollas\nThats when i became a problem,\nProduct of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman\nWhen you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin\nAnd them shots firin all the time it happens frequently\nThe hood inspired him to be a G,\nI bled for the game did it all for the letter B\nThe big homie gave me the name jay rock,\nThis aint no rap gimmick its a real life story on watts livin nigga\n(Chorus)\nYou can take, me out the hood,\nBut you cant take the hood out me,\nAnd thats the way it forever gon be,\nBut i cant help it im gutta,\nI shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\nThat project shit run deep in my veins now,\nAnd i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\nAnd all my life i been gang banged out that project\nShit runnin deep in my veins now\nLet me take you on a detour,\nEastside watts, niggas will go in projects follow me\nHome to my black n white appartments,\nPolice roll thru with caution, scared to death\nThe homies got tats across them,\nCapitol BH over they necks,\nSince birth bangin the set,\nEven the hoes bangin the set,\nSome aint, but most is hood rats lookin for that buck\nThem trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique\nFor drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high\nDice games, white Gs, fist fights,\nSix fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes\nMight see a couple of zombies late night,\nOff what? off pipe membrane dead right, no lie\n\nSomethin in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie\nRaised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches,\nSmokers on porches, gettin high off yola its colda\nNorther but my city's the coldest\nWhere we aint bond is the city of mornin?\n(Chorus)\nYou can take, me out the hood,\nBut you cant take the hood out me,\nAnd thats the way it forever gon be,\nBut i cant help it im gutta,\nI shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\nThat project shit run deep in my veins now,\nAnd i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\nYou could take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me\nIm still bangin, im still hangin,\nThe only difference is im not slangin nickles and dimes\nMore like slangin these rap lines\nVerse is the truth when i step in the booth,\nNiggas know i pour my soul out for the strugglin youth\nFor that fatherless son who needed love so he ran wit\nA crew, grew up before his older brother did\nGin and juice, replaced the pain i knew, carryin them thangs to school\nThem niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue,\nBut they had to respect me i never ran from who? nobody\nPut my faith in god its amazin how i overcame them odds\nOn my momma this past year my life has slightly been\nRevised, but notice i said slightly\nCuz me bein absent from where i came from, thats unlikely\n(Chorus)\nYou can take, me out the hood,\nBut you cant take the hood out me,\nAnd thats the way it forever gon be,\nBut i cant help it im gutta,\nI shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\nThat project shit run deep in my veins now,\nAnd i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: They Say (feat. Kendrick Lamar)\n  artist: Jay Rock\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Growin up i was a knucklehead,\n  Boy you never listen to me! thats wat my momma said\n  Im from the projects, i aint never had shit,\n  Me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress\n  No heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit,\n  My daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and shit\n  Gang bangas dope dealers replaced my father,\n  Neighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollas\n  Thats when i became a problem,\n  Product of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman\n  When you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin\n  And them shots firin all the time it happens frequently\n  The hood inspired him to be a G,\n  I bled for the game did it all for the letter B\n  The big homie gave me the name jay rock,\n  This aint no rap gimmick its a real life story on watts livin nigga\n  (Chorus)\n  You can take, me out the hood,\n  But you cant take the hood out me,\n  And thats the way it forever gon be,\n  But i cant help it im gutta,\n  I shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\n  That project shit run deep in my veins now,\n  And i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\n  And all my life i been gang banged out that project\n  Shit runnin deep in my veins now\n  Let me take you on a detour,\n  Eastside watts, niggas will go in projects follow me\n  Home to my black n white appartments,\n  Police roll thru with caution, scared to death\n  The homies got tats across them,\n  Capitol BH over they necks,\n  Since birth bangin the set,\n  Even the hoes bangin the set,\n  Some aint, but most is hood rats lookin for that buck\n  Them trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique\n  For drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high\n  Dice games, white Gs, fist fights,\n  Six fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes\n  Might see a couple of zombies late night,\n  Off what? off pipe membrane dead right, no lie\n\n  Somethin in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie\n  Raised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches,\n  Smokers on porches, gettin high off yola its colda\n  Norther but my city's the coldest\n  Where we aint bond is the city of mornin?\n  (Chorus)\n  You can take, me out the hood,\n  But you cant take the hood out me,\n  And thats the way it forever gon be,\n  But i cant help it im gutta,\n  I shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\n  That project shit run deep in my veins now,\n  And i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\n  You could take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me\n  Im still bangin, im still hangin,\n  The only difference is im not slangin nickles and dimes\n  More like slangin these rap lines\n  Verse is the truth when i step in the booth,\n  Niggas know i pour my soul out for the strugglin youth\n  For that fatherless son who needed love so he ran wit\n  A crew, grew up before his older brother did\n  Gin and juice, replaced the pain i knew, carryin them thangs to school\n  Them niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue,\n  But they had to respect me i never ran from who? nobody\n  Put my faith in god its amazin how i overcame them odds\n  On my momma this past year my life has slightly been\n  Revised, but notice i said slightly\n  Cuz me bein absent from where i came from, thats unlikely\n  (Chorus)\n  You can take, me out the hood,\n  But you cant take the hood out me,\n  And thats the way it forever gon be,\n  But i cant help it im gutta,\n  I shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\n  That project shit run deep in my veins now,\n  And i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\n"},{"id":16442788,"name":"01 - Black Friday","trackName":"01 - Black Friday","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Official White Label","duration":239.804082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dick hard like Rottweiler\nCan you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\nThe whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 01 - Black Friday\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Official White Label\n  duration_ms: 239804\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dick hard like Rottweiler\n  Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo\n\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\n  My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\n  I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\n  The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\n  Whoa\n  Burnin' my leather-\n  (Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\n"},{"id":26712808,"name":"Shook Ones","trackName":"Shook Ones","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole","albumName":"Black Friday","duration":225.072,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"...\nyeah\nyeah, look how i came up\nyeah, ey, look how i came up\nnigga\ney look mama i came up\ncold as hell in new york but i flame up\nstraight up of that dirty type of shit you cannot plane up a dollar and drink the only thing i had to brink up now any nigga out there gunning for me gotta aim up.\nsay what\nniggas ask what the field be like just tellem that it's real\nhoping that feel me right, im so bright i close m eyes and i can still light, im so live that you motherfuckers gotta kill me twice\nman i promise\ni murdering classics paying","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shook Ones\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 225072\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  ...\n  yeah\n  yeah, look how i came up\n  yeah, ey, look how i came up\n  nigga\n  ey look mama i came up\n  cold as hell in new york but i flame up\n  straight up of that dirty type of shit you cannot plane up a dollar and drink the only thing i had to brink up now any nigga out there gunning for me gotta aim up.\n  say what\n  niggas ask what the field be like just tellem that it's real\n  hoping that feel me right, im so bright i close m eyes and i can still light, im so live that you motherfuckers gotta kill me twice\n  man i promise\n  i murdering classics paying\n"},{"id":6225154,"name":"Diary of a Broke N*gga (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Giddy)","trackName":"Diary of a Broke N*gga (feat. 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Murder, money and mayhem\nIf he don't see a dollar, somebody visiting Satan\nHe grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back\nThen grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat\nLooked in the mirror and said, times is hard\nSo hard that he got gray hair on his balls, pause\nIn the ghetto, you destined to fall\nThat's why it's a must that we ball\nThat's why he on the corner\nLurking, waiting for a motherfucker to slip\nSoon as he see the chance, he taking a risk\nWhat should you do when this nigga snatch you out of your whip\nEmpty out your pockets,\nThen snatch what's on your neck and your wrist?\nNothing, cause when the gat in your mouth, so speechless\nAny false move, then your brain's on the cement\nIt gets gutter when niggas starving\nNiggas will run inside your house, kill you on target, heartless\nThis is way beyond a cold thriller\nThis the diary of a broke nigga\n\n\"Pump, pump\" Everybody lay down on the ground\nGive me whatever you got right now\n\"Pump, pump\" Everybody lay down on the floor\nGive me whatever you got, plus more\n(When times is hard, and I'm praying for change\nMy funds is low, when I need some change, I'ma...)\n\"Pump, pump\" Make sure you hide your goods when I come mister\nYou're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga\n\nIt's been a whole month, he still ain't seen no paper\nNigga losing weight every time that he wake up\nPlus, he tired of asking niggas for favors\nCause when they get mad, they throw it back in his face\nThat's foul, flagrant, this nigga been slaving\nIn the spot all week, still ain't seen no paper\nThat's fucked up, they say don't bite the hand that feeds you\nBut if that hand don't feed you, where would that leave you?\nNow that the stress come, can't turn back the hands of time\nGot him thinking back on what he should have done\nFirst thing on his mind now, get a gun\nShit, you gotta eat, and you got a son\nAnd a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed\nAnd that money seem far, like miles to reach\nBut it's right there, but his brain cloudy\nLife on the wrong road, can't reroute it\nCaught that nigga, then showed him what that heater do\nIf you don't feed your wolves, your wolves eat you\nThis is way beyond a cold thriller\nThis the diary of a broke nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:30.81] Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga, see the stress on his face\n[00:35.32] Look at his heart, ain't no love in the place\n[00:37.72] What's on his mind? 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Murder, money and mayhem\n  If he don't see a dollar, somebody visiting Satan\n  He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back\n  Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat\n  Looked in the mirror and said, times is hard\n  So hard that he got gray hair on his balls, pause\n  In the ghetto, you destined to fall\n  That's why it's a must that we ball\n  That's why he on the corner\n  Lurking, waiting for a motherfucker to slip\n  Soon as he see the chance, he taking a risk\n  What should you do when this nigga snatch you out of your whip\n  Empty out your pockets,\n  Then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist?\n  Nothing, cause when the gat in your mouth, so speechless\n  Any false move, then your brain's on the cement\n  It gets gutter when niggas starving\n  Niggas will run inside your house, kill you on target, heartless\n  This is way beyond a cold thriller\n  This the diary of a broke nigga\n\n  \"Pump, pump\" Everybody lay down on the ground\n  Give me whatever you got right now\n  \"Pump, pump\" Everybody lay down on the floor\n  Give me whatever you got, plus more\n  (When times is hard, and I'm praying for change\n  My funds is low, when I need some change, I'ma...)\n  \"Pump, pump\" Make sure you hide your goods when I come mister\n  You're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga\n\n  It's been a whole month, he still ain't seen no paper\n  Nigga losing weight every time that he wake up\n  Plus, he tired of asking niggas for favors\n  Cause when they get mad, they throw it back in his face\n  That's foul, flagrant, this nigga been slaving\n  In the spot all week, still ain't seen no paper\n  That's fucked up, they say don't bite the hand that feeds you\n  But if that hand don't feed you, where would that leave you?\n  Now that the stress come, can't turn back the hands of time\n  Got him thinking back on what he should have done\n  First thing on his mind now, get a gun\n  Shit, you gotta eat, and you got a son\n  And a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed\n  And that money seem far, like miles to reach\n  But it's right there, but his brain cloudy\n  Life on the wrong road, can't reroute it\n  Caught that nigga, then showed him what that heater do\n  If you don't feed your wolves, your wolves eat you\n  This is way beyond a cold thriller\n  This the diary of a broke nigga\n"},{"id":6225164,"name":"They Say","trackName":"They Say","artistName":"Jay Rock feat. Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Black Friday","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Growin up i was a knucklehead,\nBoy you never listen to me! thats wat my momma said\nIm from the projects, i aint never had shit,\nMe and my older brother, we had to share a mattress\nNo heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit,\nMy daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and shit\nGang bangas dope dealers replaced my father,\nNeighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollas\nThats when i became a problem,\nProduct of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman\nWhen you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin\nAnd them shots firin all the time it happens frequently\nThe hood inspired him to be a G,\nI bled for the game did it all for the letter B\nThe big homie gave me the name jay rock,\nThis aint no rap gimmick its a real life story on watts livin nigga\n(Chorus)\nYou can take, me out the hood,\nBut you cant take the hood out me,\nAnd thats the way it forever gon be,\nBut i cant help it im gutta,\nI shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\nThat project shit run deep in my veins now,\nAnd i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\nAnd all my life i been gang banged out that project\nShit runnin deep in my veins now\nLet me take you on a detour,\nEastside watts, niggas will go in projects follow me\nHome to my black n white appartments,\nPolice roll thru with caution, scared to death\nThe homies got tats across them,\nCapitol BH over they necks,\nSince birth bangin the set,\nEven the hoes bangin the set,\nSome aint, but most is hood rats lookin for that buck\nThem trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique\nFor drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high\nDice games, white Gs, fist fights,\nSix fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes\nMight see a couple of zombies late night,\nOff what? off pipe membrane dead right, no lie\n\nSomethin in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie\nRaised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches,\nSmokers on porches, gettin high off yola its colda\nNorther but my city's the coldest\nWhere we aint bond is the city of mornin?\n(Chorus)\nYou can take, me out the hood,\nBut you cant take the hood out me,\nAnd thats the way it forever gon be,\nBut i cant help it im gutta,\nI shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\nThat project shit run deep in my veins now,\nAnd i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\nYou could take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me\nIm still bangin, im still hangin,\nThe only difference is im not slangin nickles and dimes\nMore like slangin these rap lines\nVerse is the truth when i step in the booth,\nNiggas know i pour my soul out for the strugglin youth\nFor that fatherless son who needed love so he ran wit\nA crew, grew up before his older brother did\nGin and juice, replaced the pain i knew, carryin them thangs to school\nThem niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue,\nBut they had to respect me i never ran from who? nobody\nPut my faith in god its amazin how i overcame them odds\nOn my momma this past year my life has slightly been\nRevised, but notice i said slightly\nCuz me bein absent from where i came from, thats unlikely\n(Chorus)\nYou can take, me out the hood,\nBut you cant take the hood out me,\nAnd thats the way it forever gon be,\nBut i cant help it im gutta,\nI shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\nThat project shit run deep in my veins now,\nAnd i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: They Say\n  artist: Jay Rock feat. Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Growin up i was a knucklehead,\n  Boy you never listen to me! thats wat my momma said\n  Im from the projects, i aint never had shit,\n  Me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress\n  No heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit,\n  My daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and shit\n  Gang bangas dope dealers replaced my father,\n  Neighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollas\n  Thats when i became a problem,\n  Product of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman\n  When you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin\n  And them shots firin all the time it happens frequently\n  The hood inspired him to be a G,\n  I bled for the game did it all for the letter B\n  The big homie gave me the name jay rock,\n  This aint no rap gimmick its a real life story on watts livin nigga\n  (Chorus)\n  You can take, me out the hood,\n  But you cant take the hood out me,\n  And thats the way it forever gon be,\n  But i cant help it im gutta,\n  I shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\n  That project shit run deep in my veins now,\n  And i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\n  And all my life i been gang banged out that project\n  Shit runnin deep in my veins now\n  Let me take you on a detour,\n  Eastside watts, niggas will go in projects follow me\n  Home to my black n white appartments,\n  Police roll thru with caution, scared to death\n  The homies got tats across them,\n  Capitol BH over they necks,\n  Since birth bangin the set,\n  Even the hoes bangin the set,\n  Some aint, but most is hood rats lookin for that buck\n  Them trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique\n  For drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high\n  Dice games, white Gs, fist fights,\n  Six fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes\n  Might see a couple of zombies late night,\n  Off what? off pipe membrane dead right, no lie\n\n  Somethin in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie\n  Raised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches,\n  Smokers on porches, gettin high off yola its colda\n  Norther but my city's the coldest\n  Where we aint bond is the city of mornin?\n  (Chorus)\n  You can take, me out the hood,\n  But you cant take the hood out me,\n  And thats the way it forever gon be,\n  But i cant help it im gutta,\n  I shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\n  That project shit run deep in my veins now,\n  And i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\n  You could take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me\n  Im still bangin, im still hangin,\n  The only difference is im not slangin nickles and dimes\n  More like slangin these rap lines\n  Verse is the truth when i step in the booth,\n  Niggas know i pour my soul out for the strugglin youth\n  For that fatherless son who needed love so he ran wit\n  A crew, grew up before his older brother did\n  Gin and juice, replaced the pain i knew, carryin them thangs to school\n  Them niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue,\n  But they had to respect me i never ran from who? nobody\n  Put my faith in god its amazin how i overcame them odds\n  On my momma this past year my life has slightly been\n  Revised, but notice i said slightly\n  Cuz me bein absent from where i came from, thats unlikely\n  (Chorus)\n  You can take, me out the hood,\n  But you cant take the hood out me,\n  And thats the way it forever gon be,\n  But i cant help it im gutta,\n  I shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out\n  That project shit run deep in my veins now,\n  And i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it\n"},{"id":32610953,"name":"Diary of a Broke Nigga","trackName":"Diary of a Broke Nigga","artistName":"Jay Rock; Kendrick Lamar; Giddy","albumName":"Black Friday","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga\n\nSee the stress on his face, look at\nHis heart, ain't no love in the place\nWhat's on his mind? Murder, money and mayhem\nIf he don't see a dollar, somebody visiting Satan\nHe grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back\nThen grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat\nLooked in the mirror and said times is hard\n\nSo hard that he got grey hair on his balls\nPause, in the ghetto, we destined to fall\nThat's why it's a must that we ball\nThat's why he on the corner lurking\nWaiting for a motherfucker to slip\n\nSoon as he see the chance, he taking the risk\nWhat should you do when this nigga snatch you out of your whip\nEmpty out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist?\nNothing, cause when they get in your mouth, so speechless\nAny false move then your brain's on the cement\nIt gets gutter when niggas starving\nNiggas will run inside your house, kill you on target\nHeartless, this is way beyond a cold thriller\n\nThis the diary of a broke nigga\n\nEverybody lay down on the ground\nGive me whatever you got right now\nEverybody lay down on the floor\nGive me whatever you got, plus more\nWhen times is hard, and I'm praying for change\nMy funds is low, when I need some change\nMake sure you hide your goods when I come visit\nYou're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga\n\nIt's been a whole month, he still ain't seen no paper\n\nNigga losing weight every time that he wake up\nPlus, he tired of asking niggas for favors\nCause when they get mad, they throw it back in his face\nThat's foul, flagrant, this nigga been slaving\nIn the spot all week, still ain't seen no paper\nThat's fucked up, they say don't bite the hand that feeds you\nBut if that hand don't feed you, where would that leave you?\nNow that the stress come, can't turn back the hands of time\n\nGot him thinking back on what he should have done\nFirst thing on his mind now, get a gun\nShit, you gotta eat, and you got a son\nAnd a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed\nAnd that money seem far like miles to reach\nBut it's right there, but his brain clouded\nLife on the wrong road, can't reroute it\nCaught that nigga, then showed him what the heater do\n\nIf you don't feed your wolves, your wolves eat you\n\nThis is way beyond a cold thriller\nThis the diary of a broke nigga\n\nEverybody lay down on the ground\nGive me whatever you got right now\nEverybody lay down on the floor\nGive me whatever you got, plus more\nWhen times is hard, and I'm praying for change\nMy funds is low, when I need some change\nMake sure you hide your goods when I come visit\nYou're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diary of a Broke Nigga\n  artist: Jay Rock; Kendrick Lamar; Giddy\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga\n\n  See the stress on his face, look at\n  His heart, ain't no love in the place\n  What's on his mind? Murder, money and mayhem\n  If he don't see a dollar, somebody visiting Satan\n  He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back\n  Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat\n  Looked in the mirror and said times is hard\n\n  So hard that he got grey hair on his balls\n  Pause, in the ghetto, we destined to fall\n  That's why it's a must that we ball\n  That's why he on the corner lurking\n  Waiting for a motherfucker to slip\n\n  Soon as he see the chance, he taking the risk\n  What should you do when this nigga snatch you out of your whip\n  Empty out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist?\n  Nothing, cause when they get in your mouth, so speechless\n  Any false move then your brain's on the cement\n  It gets gutter when niggas starving\n  Niggas will run inside your house, kill you on target\n  Heartless, this is way beyond a cold thriller\n\n  This the diary of a broke nigga\n\n  Everybody lay down on the ground\n  Give me whatever you got right now\n  Everybody lay down on the floor\n  Give me whatever you got, plus more\n  When times is hard, and I'm praying for change\n  My funds is low, when I need some change\n  Make sure you hide your goods when I come visit\n  You're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga\n\n  It's been a whole month, he still ain't seen no paper\n\n  Nigga losing weight every time that he wake up\n  Plus, he tired of asking niggas for favors\n  Cause when they get mad, they throw it back in his face\n  That's foul, flagrant, this nigga been slaving\n  In the spot all week, still ain't seen no paper\n  That's fucked up, they say don't bite the hand that feeds you\n  But if that hand don't feed you, where would that leave you?\n  Now that the stress come, can't turn back the hands of time\n\n  Got him thinking back on what he should have done\n  First thing on his mind now, get a gun\n  Shit, you gotta eat, and you got a son\n  And a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed\n  And that money seem far like miles to reach\n  But it's right there, but his brain clouded\n  Life on the wrong road, can't reroute it\n  Caught that nigga, then showed him what the heater do\n\n  If you don't feed your wolves, your wolves eat you\n\n  This is way beyond a cold thriller\n  This the diary of a broke nigga\n\n  Everybody lay down on the ground\n  Give me whatever you got right now\n  Everybody lay down on the floor\n  Give me whatever you got, plus more\n  When times is hard, and I'm praying for change\n  My funds is low, when I need some change\n  Make sure you hide your goods when I come visit\n  You're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga\n"},{"id":5386134,"name":"Black Friday (feat. Kendrick Lamar)","trackName":"Black Friday (feat. Kendrick Lamar)","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"Unreleased","duration":428.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The whole industry been in shambles\nEverybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\nKendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\nCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\nI like my raps extra prolific\nSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\nAnd I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\nWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\nAnd now we look at the competition as quick submission\nThey tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\nWhat this about, is it money or skill?\nMaybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\nYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\nI can see y'all incapable\nTo be the God emcees, you know me well\nRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\nRun for cover, my lineage prove itself\nI'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\nBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\nWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\nEverything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\nIt's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\nI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\nIt's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\nHigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\nSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\nAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\nSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\nThis is what they want, I'm the one\nThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\nI'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\nPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\nI'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\nHe probably let me get some head inside the residence\nI'm in the White House going all out\nBumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\nNothing more influential than rap music\nI merge jazz fusion with the trap music\nI mix black soul with some rock and roll\nThey never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\nOh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\nMy jewelry now is wilder than the new year\nA locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\nRunnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\nA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\nD-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\nIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\nAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\nProbably thinking it's for him, only one me\nSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\nMr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\nListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\nTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\nI'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\nMy radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\nHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\nYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\nLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\nSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\nJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\nI tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\nI kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\nIb should've never sent the instrumental\nEvery time I start writing I get sentimental\nThis shit is just not fair\nBut why the fuck should I care?\nThe story of your life here\nTwo young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\nOh Lord, gotta be the yams\nBillboard list need 2Pac, damn\nBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\nHoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\nEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\nIs not validation, nigga this TDE\nAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\nAnd casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\nWhoa\nMurder my allegations and burning my finger traces\nAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\nI'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\nI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it\nMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it\nI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with\nThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest\nWhoa\nBurnin' my leather-\n(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)\nYeah\nTen toes to the ground\nYeah\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight these demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain? blaow\nLet's get the proceedings proceeding this evening\nNo Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning\nI got a better way to fight them demons\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nIf I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga\nSix head shots, I'll erode a nigga\nPop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga\nAin't no way around it, I'm the coldest nigga\nDo a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga\nGet you cleaned up then I fold you nigga\nShout out to the haters who promote a nigga\nFlow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar nigga\nBut I don't like to talk about a Rover nigga\nKeep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga\nTired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga\nProbably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga\nDon't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older nigga\nDreamville going way up like a floater nigga\nCouple hands out like I owe them niggas\nWhere was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?\nNo snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n(Right there let me get that there\nTalk about it)\nFuck do you know 'bout my dreams?\n(Talk about it)\nNada\n(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it\nYou heard about what happens when you talk about it\nNiggas lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it\nFucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)\nRollercoaster ride\n(Start to doubt it too)\nHow much do it cost?\n(Start to doubt it)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\n(Shoutout my nigga Ib)\nRollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?\n(El Presidente and shit)\n(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)\nIf I take a ride, fuck around get lost\nCole world you should stay off this dick\nI sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks\nTook a couple minutes and I sold out Staples\nA nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker\nBut I ain't coming to talk about all that paper\nThat's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say\nCan't understand why niggas never got shit to do\nYou know the saying, same shit nigga, different day\nI never felt that, no way\nCause on the same day a nigga doing different shit\nSpit different flows hit different chicks\nLet my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips\nWhy I do a lot of shows? I'm the shit, that's it\nGot suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists\nNever stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris\nSo if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga\nThe flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit\nI never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit\nThen lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I'm that nice, woo\nWhat's the plan?\nCole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam\nGot a middle finger for Uncle Sam\nI done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan\nBut instead they make a young nigga fund the man\nSame man that keep a young nigga under, damn\nI just cocked back nigga and my gun don't jam\nOn a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand\nIt's Cole fuckin' world nigga\nDreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker\n\"When you and K. Dot shit drop?\"\nBitch never, they can't handle two Black niggas this clever\nBut this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Friday (feat. Kendrick Lamar)\n  artist: J. Cole\n  album: Unreleased\n  duration_ms: 428000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The whole industry been in shambles\n  Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel\n  Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts\n  Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit\n  I like my raps extra prolific\n  Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches\n  And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training\n  While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous\n  And now we look at the competition as quick submission\n  They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em\n  What this about, is it money or skill?\n  Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real\n  You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable\n  I can see y'all incapable\n  To be the God emcees, you know me well\n  Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister\n  Run for cover, my lineage prove itself\n  I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles\n  Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips\n  We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence\n  Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays\n  It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays\n  I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays\n  It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking\n  Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer\n  Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock\n  And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion\n  Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!\n  This is what they want, I'm the one\n  This is vintage from 1980 - somethin'\n  I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on\n  Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump\n  I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president\n  He probably let me get some head inside the residence\n  I'm in the White House going all out\n  Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans\n  Nothing more influential than rap music\n  I merge jazz fusion with the trap music\n  I mix black soul with some rock and roll\n  They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes\n  Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare\n  My jewelry now is wilder than the new year\n  A locomotive couldn't track me down in my cobra\n  Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish\n  A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?\n  D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California\n  It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him\n  And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him\n  Probably thinking it's for him, only one me\n  Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign\n  Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them\n  Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them\n  To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them\n  I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'\n  My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman\n  Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning\n  You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important\n  Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous\n  So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments\n  Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)\n  I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)\n  I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)\n  Ib should've never sent the instrumental\n  Every time I start writing I get sentimental\n  This shit is just not fair\n  But why the fuck should I care?\n  The story of your life here\n  Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here\n  Oh Lord, gotta be the yams\n  Billboard list need 2Pac, damn\n  But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah\n  Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance\n  Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me\n  Is not validation, nigga this TDE\n  And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings\n  And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations\n  Whoa\n  Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces\n  Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments\n  I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated\n  I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. 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Murder, money and mayhem\nIf he don't see a dollar, somebody visiting Satan\nHe grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back\nThen grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat\nLooked in the mirror and said times is hard\n\nSo hard that he got grey hair on his balls\nPause, in the ghetto, we destined to fall\nThat's why it's a must that we ball\nThat's why he on the corner lurking\nWaiting for a motherfucker to slip\n\nSoon as he see the chance, he taking the risk\nWhat should you do when this nigga snatch you out of your whip\nEmpty out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist?\nNothing, cause when they get in your mouth, so speechless\nAny false move then your brain's on the cement\nIt gets gutter when niggas starving\nNiggas will run inside your house, kill you on target\nHeartless, this is way beyond a cold thriller\n\nThis the diary of a broke nigga\n\nEverybody lay down on the ground\nGive me whatever you got right now\nEverybody lay down on the floor\nGive me whatever you got, plus more\nWhen times is hard, and I'm praying for change\nMy funds is low, when I need some change\nMake sure you hide your goods when I come visit\nYou're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga\n\nIt's been a whole month, he still ain't seen no paper\n\nNigga losing weight every time that he wake up\nPlus, he tired of asking niggas for favors\nCause when they get mad, they throw it back in his face\nThat's foul, flagrant, this nigga been slaving\nIn the spot all week, still ain't seen no paper\nThat's fucked up, they say don't bite the hand that feeds you\nBut if that hand don't feed you, where would that leave you?\nNow that the stress come, can't turn back the hands of time\n\nGot him thinking back on what he should have done\nFirst thing on his mind now, get a gun\nShit, you gotta eat, and you got a son\nAnd a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed\nAnd that money seem far like miles to reach\nBut it's right there, but his brain clouded\nLife on the wrong road, can't reroute it\nCaught that nigga, then showed him what the heater do\n\nIf you don't feed your wolves, your wolves eat you\n\nThis is way beyond a cold thriller\nThis the diary of a broke nigga\n\nEverybody lay down on the ground\nGive me whatever you got right now\nEverybody lay down on the floor\nGive me whatever you got, plus more\nWhen times is hard, and I'm praying for change\nMy funds is low, when I need some change\nMake sure you hide your goods when I come visit\nYou're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diary Of A Broke Nigga\n  artist: Jay Rock Ft Kendrick Lamar & Giddy Prod  Crada\n  album: Black Friday\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga\n\n  See the stress on his face, look at\n  His heart, ain't no love in the place\n  What's on his mind? Murder, money and mayhem\n  If he don't see a dollar, somebody visiting Satan\n  He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back\n  Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat\n  Looked in the mirror and said times is hard\n\n  So hard that he got grey hair on his balls\n  Pause, in the ghetto, we destined to fall\n  That's why it's a must that we ball\n  That's why he on the corner lurking\n  Waiting for a motherfucker to slip\n\n  Soon as he see the chance, he taking the risk\n  What should you do when this nigga snatch you out of your whip\n  Empty out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist?\n  Nothing, cause when they get in your mouth, so speechless\n  Any false move then your brain's on the cement\n  It gets gutter when niggas starving\n  Niggas will run inside your house, kill you on target\n  Heartless, this is way beyond a cold thriller\n\n  This the diary of a broke nigga\n\n  Everybody lay down on the ground\n  Give me whatever you got right now\n  Everybody lay down on the floor\n  Give me whatever you got, plus more\n  When times is hard, and I'm praying for change\n  My funds is low, when I need some change\n  Make sure you hide your goods when I come visit\n  You're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga\n\n  It's been a whole month, he still ain't seen no paper\n\n  Nigga losing weight every time that he wake up\n  Plus, he tired of asking niggas for favors\n  Cause when they get mad, they throw it back in his face\n  That's foul, flagrant, this nigga been slaving\n  In the spot all week, still ain't seen no paper\n  That's fucked up, they say don't bite the hand that feeds you\n  But if that hand don't feed you, where would that leave you?\n  Now that the stress come, can't turn back the hands of time\n\n  Got him thinking back on what he should have done\n  First thing on his mind now, get a gun\n  Shit, you gotta eat, and you got a son\n  And a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed\n  And that money seem far like miles to reach\n  But it's right there, but his brain clouded\n  Life on the wrong road, can't reroute it\n  Caught that nigga, then showed him what the heater do\n\n  If you don't feed your wolves, your wolves eat you\n\n  This is way beyond a cold thriller\n  This the diary of a broke nigga\n\n  Everybody lay down on the ground\n  Give me whatever you got right now\n  Everybody lay down on the floor\n  Give me whatever you got, plus more\n  When times is hard, and I'm praying for change\n  My funds is low, when I need some change\n  Make sure you hide your goods when I come visit\n  You're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga\n"}]