[{"id":33955058,"name":"Ignorance Is Bliss","trackName":"Ignorance Is Bliss","artistName":"KENDRICK LAMAR","albumName":"Ignorance Is Bliss","duration":97.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lord forgive me\nKill him where he stand and stand over him\nShake his hand, then jump back in that minivan\nDouble back to his block and blam\nI ain't backin' down for nothin'\nI'ma back 'em down like Shaq\nWith this black 2-2-3 in my hand\nBetter pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man\nPolice radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on yo' corner\nCoroners comfort yo' momma\n\"Momma, he's dead,\" the next mornin'\nI toasted up with my homies\nWe drink and smoke marijuana\nWant us to change our ways? Uh-huh\nYou see this game we play come from\nUncles that raised me in Compton\nAsk me what I have accomplished\nI don't know, I don't have conscience\nI just load up and start dumpin' on enemies\nI'm headhuntin', no sympathy\nAin't no love when you in these streets\nJust get somethin', protect yo' neck\n'Cause they comin' for sets, respect\nSplit your onion, then chop yo' deck\nYour head tumblin' like gymnastics (ooh...)\n'Cause ignorance is bliss\nNow everybody put yo' hands up high\nIf you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high\nThis the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far\nAnd I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all\nWe all tryna ball, and when I got the rock, I'll dish off\nUntil the day I pistol-whip you posers 'til y'all pissed off\nThen peel off in a hoopty\nCome back and make these niggas wanna shoot me\nAnd they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me\nIndubitably, I'm too street, indubitably, I'ma do me\nBetter than yo' bitch would, 'cause you niggas too weak\nBut just give me two weeks and I'm good\nI'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm\nMake Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent\nNo tarot card readin', I'm foreseein' you niggas vanish\nNot only from the rap game, I'm includin' the planet\nCats so watered-down, clowns can sink Titanic\nTie titanium around they neck and watch 'em panic\nGimme respect, dammit, or get damaged\nDie young, corpse identified by your parents\nApparently, you're a parrot, mockin' me and my blueprint\nBut I won't share it, just make you cop it, then call you a sheriff\nStop it, I'm hearin' the comments\nThe critics are callin' me conscious\nBut truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton\nSo truthfully, only callin' me Kweli and Common?\nProves, that ignorance is bliss\nNow everybody put yo' hands up high\nIf you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high\nAnd this still the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far\nAnd I'm this far, from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all\nThis my world, I grab the universe then play kickball\nAnd they wonder why these California earthquakes hittin' so hard\nI'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to go call Ghostbusters\n'Cause you busters are Casper when I go off\nI show up to show out and show off\nYou a hundred percent behind me\nAnd if you are, then wreck yo' car\nAnd walk up to my crime scene\nI remember bein' 17, wishin' someone would sign me\nNow the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me\nBackin' down bargains, backin' down bitches\nWe gon' flip her\nOnce she off that blue dolphin, you gon' tip her\n'Cause ignorance is bliss\n♪\nAnd Willie B, I'm a fool on yo' beats\nI bleed out the speaker as the speaker that spoke when they didn't speak\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.83] Lord forgive me\n[00:20.78] Kill him where he stand and stand over him\n[00:22.43] Shake his hand, then jump back in that minivan\n[00:24.30] Double back to his block and blam\n[00:25.92] I ain't backin' down for nothin'\n[00:27.03] I'ma back 'em down like Shaq\n[00:28.68] With this black 2-2-3 in my hand\n[00:30.27] Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man\n[00:33.25] Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on yo' corner\n[00:36.59] Coroners comfort yo' momma\n[00:38.23] \"Momma, he's dead,\" the next mornin'\n[00:39.47] I toasted up with my homies\n[00:41.06] We drink and smoke marijuana\n[00:42.35] Want us to change our ways? Uh-huh\n[00:43.93] You see this game we play come from\n[00:45.25] Uncles that raised me in Compton\n[00:46.84] Ask me what I have accomplished\n[00:48.20] I don't know, I don't have conscience\n[00:49.56] I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies\n[00:51.67] I'm headhuntin', no sympathy\n[00:53.21] Ain't no love when you in these streets\n[00:54.88] Just get somethin', protect yo' neck\n[00:56.45] 'Cause they comin' for sets, respect\n[00:57.71] Split your onion, then chop yo' deck\n[00:59.33] Your head tumblin' like gymnastics (ooh...)\n[01:02.91] 'Cause ignorance is bliss\n[01:04.87] Now everybody put yo' hands up high\n[01:07.19] If you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high\n[01:09.99] This the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far\n[01:12.19] And I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all\n[01:14.82] We all tryna ball, and when I got the rock, I'll dish off\n[01:17.93] Until the day I pistol-whip you posers 'til y'all pissed off\n[01:20.88] Then peel off in a hoopty\n[01:22.45] Come back and make these niggas wanna shoot me\n[01:24.54] And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me\n[01:26.60] Indubitably, I'm too street, indubitably, I'ma do me\n[01:29.99] Better than yo' bitch would, 'cause you niggas too weak\n[01:32.02] But just give me two weeks and I'm good\n[01:33.78] I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm\n[01:36.15] Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent\n[01:39.02] No tarot card readin', I'm foreseein' you niggas vanish\n[01:41.91] Not only from the rap game, I'm includin' the planet\n[01:45.02] Cats so watered-down, clowns can sink Titanic\n[01:47.99] Tie titanium around they neck and watch 'em panic\n[01:51.17] Gimme respect, dammit, or get damaged\n[01:53.45] Die young, corpse identified by your parents\n[01:55.64] Apparently, you're a parrot, mockin' me and my blueprint\n[01:58.61] But I won't share it, just make you cop it, then call you a sheriff\n[02:02.35] Stop it, I'm hearin' the comments\n[02:04.20] The critics are callin' me conscious\n[02:05.88] But truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton\n[02:09.06] So truthfully, only callin' me Kweli and Common?\n[02:11.98] Proves, that ignorance is bliss\n[02:14.84] Now everybody put yo' hands up high\n[02:17.18] If you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high\n[02:19.82] And this still the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far\n[02:22.35] And I'm this far, from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all\n[02:25.26] This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball\n[02:28.11] And they wonder why these California earthquakes hittin' so hard\n[02:33.76] I'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to go call Ghostbusters\n[02:38.15] 'Cause you busters are Casper when I go off\n[02:40.23] I show up to show out and show off\n[02:42.38] You a hundred percent behind me\n[02:44.04] And if you are, then wreck yo' car\n[02:45.69] And walk up to my crime scene\n[02:47.12] I remember bein' 17, wishin' someone would sign me\n[02:49.44] Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me\n[02:52.38] Backin' down bargains, backin' down bitches\n[02:55.35] We gon' flip her\n[02:56.13] Once she off that blue dolphin, you gon' tip her\n[02:58.43] 'Cause ignorance is bliss\n[03:02.02] ♪\n[03:05.38] And Willie B, I'm a fool on yo' beats\n[03:07.25] I bleed out the speaker as the speaker that spoke when they didn't speak\n[03:10.15]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ignorance Is Bliss\n  artist: KENDRICK LAMAR\n  album: Ignorance Is Bliss\n  duration_ms: 97000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lord forgive me\n  start_ms: 18830\n  end_ms: 20780\n- text: Kill him where he stand and stand over him\n  start_ms: 20780\n  end_ms: 22430\n- text: Shake his hand, then jump back in that minivan\n  start_ms: 22430\n  end_ms: 24300\n- text: Double back to his block and blam\n  start_ms: 24300\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: I ain't backin' down for nothin'\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: I'ma back 'em down like Shaq\n  start_ms: 27030\n  end_ms: 28680\n- text: With this black 2-2-3 in my hand\n  start_ms: 28680\n  end_ms: 30270\n- text: Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man\n  start_ms: 30270\n  end_ms: 33250\n- text: Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on yo' corner\n  start_ms: 33250\n  end_ms: 36590\n- text: Coroners comfort yo' momma\n  start_ms: 36590\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: '\"Momma, he''s dead,\" the next mornin'''\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 39470\n- text: I toasted up with my homies\n  start_ms: 39470\n  end_ms: 41060\n- text: We drink and smoke marijuana\n  start_ms: 41060\n  end_ms: 42350\n- text: Want us to change our ways? 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Uh-huh\n  You see this game we play come from\n  Uncles that raised me in Compton\n  Ask me what I have accomplished\n  I don't know, I don't have conscience\n  I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies\n  I'm headhuntin', no sympathy\n  Ain't no love when you in these streets\n  Just get somethin', protect yo' neck\n  'Cause they comin' for sets, respect\n  Split your onion, then chop yo' deck\n  Your head tumblin' like gymnastics (ooh...)\n  'Cause ignorance is bliss\n  Now everybody put yo' hands up high\n  If you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high\n  This the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far\n  And I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all\n  We all tryna ball, and when I got the rock, I'll dish off\n  Until the day I pistol-whip you posers 'til y'all pissed off\n  Then peel off in a hoopty\n  Come back and make these niggas wanna shoot me\n  And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me\n  Indubitably, I'm too street, indubitably, I'ma do me\n  Better than yo' bitch would, 'cause you niggas too weak\n  But just give me two weeks and I'm good\n  I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm\n  Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent\n  No tarot card readin', I'm foreseein' you niggas vanish\n  Not only from the rap game, I'm includin' the planet\n  Cats so watered-down, clowns can sink Titanic\n  Tie titanium around they neck and watch 'em panic\n  Gimme respect, dammit, or get damaged\n  Die young, corpse identified by your parents\n  Apparently, you're a parrot, mockin' me and my blueprint\n  But I won't share it, just make you cop it, then call you a sheriff\n  Stop it, I'm hearin' the comments\n  The critics are callin' me conscious\n  But truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton\n  So truthfully, only callin' me Kweli and Common?\n  Proves, that ignorance is bliss\n  Now everybody put yo' hands up high\n  If you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high\n  And this still the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far\n  And I'm this far, from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all\n  This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball\n  And they wonder why these California earthquakes hittin' so hard\n  I'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to go call Ghostbusters\n  'Cause you busters are Casper when I go off\n  I show up to show out and show off\n  You a hundred percent behind me\n  And if you are, then wreck yo' car\n  And walk up to my crime scene\n  I remember bein' 17, wishin' someone would sign me\n  Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me\n  Backin' down bargains, backin' down bitches\n  We gon' flip her\n  Once she off that blue dolphin, you gon' tip her\n  'Cause ignorance is bliss\n  ♪\n  And Willie B, I'm a fool on yo' beats\n  I bleed out the speaker as the speaker that spoke when they didn't speak\n"},{"id":30345765,"name":"Ignorance Is Bliss","trackName":"Ignorance Is Bliss","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lord forgive me  \nKill him where he stand and stand over him  \nShake his hand, then jump back in that minivan  \nDouble back to his block and blam  \nI ain't backin' down for nothin'  \nI'ma back 'em down like Shaq  \nWith this black 2-2-3 in my hand  \nBetter pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man  \nPolice radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on yo' corner  \nCoroners comfort yo' momma  \n\"Momma, he's dead,\" the next mornin'  \nI toasted up with my homies  \nWe drink and smoke marijuana  \nWant us to change our ways? 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Uh-huh\nYou see this game we play come from\nUncles that raised me in Compton\nAsk me what I have accomplished\nI don't know, I don't have conscience\n\nI just load up and start dumpin' on enemies\nI'm headhuntin', no sympathy\nAin't no love when you in these streets\nJust get somethin', protect yo' neck\n'Cause they comin' for sets, respect\nSplit your onion, then chop yo' deck\nYour head tumblin' like gymnastics (ooh...)\n'Cause ignorance is bliss\n\nNow everybody put yo' hands up high\nIf you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high\nThis the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far\nAnd I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all\nWe all tryna ball, and when I got the rock, I'll dish off\nUntil the day I pistol-whip you posers 'til y'all pissed off\nThen peel off in a hoopty\nCome back and make these niggas wanna shoot me\n\nAnd they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me\nIndubitably, I'm too street, indubitably, I'ma do me\nBetter than yo' bitch would, 'cause you niggas too weak\nBut just give me two weeks and I'm good\nI'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm\nMake Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent\nNo tarot card readin', I'm foreseein' you niggas vanish\nNot only from the rap game, I'm includin' the planet\nCats so watered-down, clowns can sink Titanic\nTie titanium around they neck and watch 'em panic\n\nGimme respect, dammit, or get damaged\nDie young, corpse identified by your parents\nApparently, you're a parrot, mockin' me and my blueprint\nBut I won't share it, just make you cop it, then call you a sheriff\nStop it, I'm hearin' the comments\nThe critics are callin' me conscious\nBut truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton\nSo truthfully, only callin' me Kweli and Common?\nProves, that ignorance is bliss\n\nNow everybody put yo' hands up high\nIf you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high\nAnd this still the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far\nAnd I'm this far, from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all\nThis my world, I grab the universe then play kickball\nAnd they wonder why these California earthquakes hittin' so hard\n\nI'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to go call Ghostbusters\n'Cause you busters are Casper when I go off\nI show up to show out and show off\nYou a hundred percent behind me\nAnd if you are, then wreck yo' car\nAnd walk up to my crime scene\n\nI remember bein' 17, wishin' someone would sign me\nNow the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me\nBackin' down bargains, backin' down bitches\nWe gon' flip her\nOnce she off that blue dolphin, you gon' tip her\n'Cause ignorance is bliss\n\nAnd Willie B, I'm a fool on yo' beats\nI bleed out the speaker as the speaker that spoke when they didn't speak","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ignorance Is Bliss\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: O(verly) D(edicated)\n  duration_ms: 207613\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Lord forgive me\n\n  Kill him where he stand and stand over him\n  Shake his hand, then jump back in that minivan\n  Double back to his block and blam\n  I ain't backin' down for nothin'\n  I'ma back 'em down like Shaq\n  With this black 2-2-3 in my hand\n  Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man\n  Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on yo' corner\n  Coroners comfort yo' momma\n  \"Momma, he's dead,\" the next mornin'\n\n  I toasted up with my homies\n  We drink and smoke marijuana\n  Want us to change our ways? 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