[{"id":9419765,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":727.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\nRight\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\nAight so let me ask you this then\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\nI see myself as a natural born hustler\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin'\nI took the opportunities\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying\nI made millions for the record companies\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\nAnd through your different avenues of success\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening\nSo it's no problem\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like\nWe fighting a war\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights\nWhile you still wanna shoot back\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real\nI don't think America know that\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations\nLotta people don't understand how important it is\nSometimes I be like\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin'\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\nDamn\nI wanted to read one last thing to you\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 727000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  Right\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  Aight so let me ask you this then\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin'\n  I took the opportunities\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying\n  I made millions for the record companies\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  And through your different avenues of success\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening\n  So it's no problem\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like\n  We fighting a war\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights\n  While you still wanna shoot back\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country\n  And you don't wanna fight no more\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real\n  I don't think America know that\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is\n  Sometimes I be like\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin'\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  Damn\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":14314083,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar Videos","duration":728.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh, oh (ooh)\nWhoa, oh\nYeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah\nYeah (ow), uh\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (1-2, 1-2, 1-2), uh\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\nLet these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWon't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily? Is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar?\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog?\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet 'til they ask you this question\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWon't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\nLet my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first?\nCan you be immortalized without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?\nLike, who got your best interest?\nLike, how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending?\n\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge on your mind when it's mentioned\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWon't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-likewant you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is\nSo I could find claritylike, how much you cherish me?\nIs this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?\nSee, I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law\nGeneration X, will I ever be your ex?\n\nFlaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls\nPut me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all\nIt's respect but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter you assassin\nIs it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us \"Billie Jean,\" you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling\nLet my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self-destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\n\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city\nI was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\n\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man\nMaybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it \"Another Nigga,\" but it ain't really a poem\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa-\nAbout a metaphor, actually, uh, you spoke on the ground\nWhat you mean by that? What the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\nRight\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond\nI seeand the ground is the symbol for the poor people\nRight\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world\nAnd swallow up the rich people\n'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat (mhm)\nAnd they gonna be so appetizing (mhm)\nYou know what I'm saying, wealthy (right), appetizing (hungry)\n\nThe poor gonna be so poor, and hungry\nRight\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be\nThere might, there might be some cannibalism out this muhfu-\nThey might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying?\n\nA'ight, so let me ask you this, then\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich\nOr somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?\nI see myself as a natural-born hustler\nA true hustler in every sense of the word\nI took nothin', I took the opportunities\nI worked at the m-most menial and degrading job\nAnd built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it\nI-I went from having somebody managing me\nTo me hiring the person that works my management company (right)\n\nI changed everything, I realized my destiny\nIn a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying?\nI made myself a millionaire (right), I made, I made millions for a lot of people\nNow it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?\nI made millions for the record companies (mhm)\nI made millions for these movie companies (mhm)\nNow I make millions for, for us (mmm)\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\nBy my faith in God, by my faith in the game\nAnd by my faith in \"all good, all good things come to those that stay true\"\nRight\nYou know what I'm saying?\n\nAnd it was happening to me for a reason\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening\nSo, it's no problem, you know\nI mean, it's a problem, but I'm not finna let them know (hmm)\nI'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nUh, threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance\nAnd not only me, but it goes down my family tree\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nA'ight, well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like\n\"We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win\nAnd I wanna lay it all down\"\nIn this country, a Black man only have like\nFive years we can exhibit maximum strength\nAnd that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong\nWhile you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back\n\n'Cause once you turn thirty it's like\nThey take the heart and soul out of a man\nOut of a Black man in this country\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more\nAnd if you don't believe me, you can look around\nYou don't see no loud mouth thirty-year old motherfuckers (mhm)\n\nThat's crazy, because me, being one of your offsprings of the legacy you left behind\nI can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I want to ask you\nWhat you think is the future for me and my generation today?\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores\nAnd next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed, for real\n\nI don't think America know that\nI think America think we was just playing\nAnd it's gonna be some more playing but\nIt ain't gonna be no playing\nIt's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying?\nIt's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831 (mhm), up in this motherfucker\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen (mmm)\n\nThat's crazy, man, in my opinion\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations\nA lot of people don't understand how important it is, you know\nSometimes I can like, get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'ma push out or where it comes from\nTrip me out sometimes\nBecause it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin'\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us (damn)\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you\nIt's actually something a good friend had wrote\nDescribing my world\nIt says\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything around it\nIn order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment\nThe caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him\n\nBut praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life, the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak\nAnd figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city\nThe caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon\nWhich institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts, he's trapped\n\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as\nGoing home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations\nThat the caterpillar never considered\nEnding the internal struggle\n\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different\nThey are one and the same\"\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac? Pac?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Oh, oh (ooh)\n[00:05.92] Whoa, oh\n[00:09.92] Yeah, yeah\n[00:12.95] Yeah, yeah\n[00:15.64] Yeah (ow), uh\n[00:32.19] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.86] Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n[00:37.70] As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.52] And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question\n[00:43.39] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.74] When shit hit the fan (1-2, 1-2, 1-2), uh\n[00:49.58] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.33] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\n[00:58.17] Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n[01:00.88] As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.65] And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question\n[01:06.76] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.46] Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:18.12] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.29] Could I let you down easily? Is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.24] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.96] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.94] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.68] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar?\n[01:37.63] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?\n[01:40.34] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.30] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:46.18] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.17] But a prophet ain't a prophet 'til they ask you this question\n[01:52.02] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:58.12] Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\n[02:00.92] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.99] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\n[02:06.62] Let my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n[02:09.44] As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.17] And with that\n[02:15.26] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.63] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.43] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?\n[02:23.39] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first?\n[02:26.20] Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?\n[02:29.10] Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?\n[02:31.84] Like, who got your best interest?\n[02:33.47] Like, how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.66] How clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending?\n[02:37.80] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.52] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.79] What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.48] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.36] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.54] Revenge on your mind when it's mentioned\n[02:49.43] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.84] You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.88] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.36] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.60] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.28] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:04.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:07.46] Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\n[03:10.20] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:13.28] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:15.99] Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n[03:18.62] As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:21.47] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.60] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:27.25] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.95] That's not Nelson-likewant you to love me like Nelson\n[03:32.96] I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is\n[03:35.78] So I could find claritylike, how much you cherish me?\n[03:38.18] Is this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?\n[03:41.24] See, I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:44.48] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law\n[03:47.27] Generation X, will I ever be your ex?\n[03:48.78] Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls\n[03:52.14] Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all\n[03:55.23] It's respect but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.79] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.57] Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.43] Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter you assassin\n[04:06.47] Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.83] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.36] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.00] That nigga gave us \"Billie Jean,\" you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.38] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:21.04] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling\n[04:23.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n[04:26.56] As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.21] And if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga\n[04:33.91] \n[04:47.79] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:49.74] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.13] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:54.67] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:57.92] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:00.63] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:03.84] I didn't wanna self-destruct\n[05:07.23] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.29] So I went running for answers\n[05:13.80] Until I came home\n[05:16.30] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:18.97] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:23.96] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.73] But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city\n[05:32.15] I was entering a new one\n[05:34.05] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.02] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:44.97] The word was respect\n[05:47.19] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.70] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.84] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.20] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.48] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man\n[06:11.77] Maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.97] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:18.38] I was gonna call it \"Another Nigga,\" but it ain't really a poem\n[06:21.93] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to\n[06:25.91] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you\n[06:28.94] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa-\n[06:32.11] About a metaphor, actually, uh, you spoke on the ground\n[06:36.72] What you mean by that? What the ground represent?\n[06:40.73] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:44.34] Right\n[06:44.75] That's how I see it, my word is bond\n[06:46.42] I seeand the ground is the symbol for the poor people\n[06:49.17] Right\n[06:50.09] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world\n[06:51.66] And swallow up the rich people\n[06:53.10] 'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat (mhm)\n[06:54.98] And they gonna be so appetizing (mhm)\n[06:56.86] You know what I'm saying, wealthy (right), appetizing (hungry)\n[06:59.29] The poor gonna be so poor, and hungry\n[07:01.55] Right\n[07:02.32] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like\n[07:03.72] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be\n[07:05.58] There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muhfu-\n[07:08.97] They might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying?\n[07:10.34] A'ight, so let me ask you this, then\n[07:12.26] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich\n[07:15.86] Or somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?\n[07:19.14] I see myself as a natural-born hustler\n[07:21.61] A true hustler in every sense of the word\n[07:24.17] I took nothin', I took the opportunities\n[07:25.92] I worked at the m-most menial and degrading job\n[07:29.28] And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it\n[07:32.13] I-I went from having somebody managing me\n[07:34.09] To me hiring the person that works my management company (right)\n[07:36.52] I changed everything, I realized my destiny\n[07:38.64] In a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying?\n[07:41.13] I made myself a millionaire (right), I made, I made millions for a lot of people\n[07:44.71] Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?\n[07:46.96] I made millions for the record companies (mhm)\n[07:48.56] I made millions for these movie companies (mhm)\n[07:50.45] Now I make millions for, for us (mmm)\n[07:52.81] And through your different avenues of success\n[07:56.38] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.23] By my faith in God, by my faith in the game\n[08:03.49] And by my faith in \"all good, all good things come to those that stay true\"\n[08:08.13] Right\n[08:09.23] You know what I'm saying?\n[08:10.28] And it was happening to me for a reason\n[08:11.99] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit\n[08:14.00] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening\n[08:17.02] So, it's no problem, you know\n[08:19.33] I mean, it's a problem, but I'm not finna let them know (hmm)\n[08:21.82] I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.21] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that\n[08:28.30] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:32.36] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.37] Uh, threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance\n[08:41.64] And not only me, but it goes down my family tree\n[08:44.21] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:47.38] A'ight, well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like\n[08:52.81] \"We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win\n[08:55.32] And I wanna lay it all down\"\n[08:58.05] In this country, a Black man only have like\n[09:00.55] Five years we can exhibit maximum strength\n[09:03.21] And that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong\n[09:06.26] While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back\n[09:08.98] 'Cause once you turn thirty it's like\n[09:10.44] They take the heart and soul out of a man\n[09:12.17] Out of a Black man in this country\n[09:14.06] And you don't wanna fight no more\n[09:15.30] And if you don't believe me, you can look around\n[09:17.12] You don't see no loud mouth thirty-year old motherfuckers (mhm)\n[09:19.66] That's crazy, because me, being one of your offsprings of the legacy you left behind\n[09:25.78] I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I want to ask you\n[09:31.66] What you think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.17] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores\n[09:38.40] And next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed, for real\n[09:43.07] I don't think America know that\n[09:44.64] I think America think we was just playing\n[09:46.21] And it's gonna be some more playing but\n[09:47.67] It ain't gonna be no playing\n[09:49.05] It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying?\n[09:50.83] It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831 (mhm), up in this motherfucker\n[09:55.90] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen (mmm)\n[09:57.85] That's crazy, man, in my opinion\n[10:02.32] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations\n[10:07.17] A lot of people don't understand how important it is, you know\n[10:10.92] Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:15.06] I'ma push out or where it comes from\n[10:17.78] Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.30] Because it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin'\n[10:23.57] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us (damn)\n[10:28.70] I wanted to read one last thing to you\n[10:31.13] It's actually something a good friend had wrote\n[10:33.82] Describing my world\n[10:37.62] It says\n[10:40.59] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:43.61] Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it\n[10:48.05] In order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.55] While consuming its environment\n[10:53.45] The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.66] One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him\n[10:59.69] But praises the butterfly\n[11:01.83] The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.02] But having a harsh outlook on life, the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak\n[11:12.94] And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.88] Already surrounded by this mad city\n[11:18.84] The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon\n[11:21.20] Which institutionalizes him\n[11:24.23] He can no longer see past his own thoughts, he's trapped\n[11:28.33] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as\n[11:31.49] Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:34.87] The result?\n[11:37.05] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:40.99] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations\n[11:45.74] That the caterpillar never considered\n[11:48.37] Ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.76] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different\n[11:54.15] They are one and the same\"\n[11:57.14] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.75] Pac? Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar Videos\n  duration_ms: 728000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oh, oh (ooh)\n  start_ms: 160\n  end_ms: 5920\n- text: Whoa, oh\n  start_ms: 5920\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 12950\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 12950\n  end_ms: 15640\n- text: Yeah (ow), uh\n  start_ms: 15640\n  end_ms: 32190\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32190\n  end_ms: 34860\n- text: Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  start_ms: 34860\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 43390\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43390\n  end_ms: 46740\n- text: When shit hit the fan (1-2, 1-2, 1-2), uh\n  start_ms: 46740\n  end_ms: 49580\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49580\n  end_ms: 52560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52560\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 58170\n- text: Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  start_ms: 58170\n  end_ms: 60880\n- text: As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60880\n  end_ms: 63650\n- text: And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question\n  start_ms: 63650\n  end_ms: 66760\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66760\n  end_ms: 69460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69460\n  end_ms: 72460\n- text: Won't you look to your left and right? 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Lamar?\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 97630\n- text: Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?\n  start_ms: 97630\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 103300\n- text: I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  start_ms: 103300\n  end_ms: 106180\n- text: You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  start_ms: 106180\n  end_ms: 109170\n- text: But a prophet ain't a prophet 'til they ask you this question\n  start_ms: 109170\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 115440\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 120920\n  end_ms: 123990\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 123990\n  end_ms: 126620\n- text: Let my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  start_ms: 126620\n  end_ms: 129440\n- text: As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 129440\n  end_ms: 132170\n- text: And with that\n  start_ms: 132170\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140430\n- text: You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?\n  start_ms: 140430\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first?\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 146200\n- text: Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?\n  start_ms: 146200\n  end_ms: 149100\n- text: Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?\n  start_ms: 149100\n  end_ms: 151840\n- text: Like, who got your best interest?\n  start_ms: 151840\n  end_ms: 153470\n- text: Like, how much are you dependent?\n  start_ms: 153470\n  end_ms: 154660\n- text: How clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending?\n  start_ms: 154660\n  end_ms: 157800\n- text: How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  start_ms: 157800\n  end_ms: 159520\n- text: Do you show forgiveness?\n  start_ms: 159520\n  end_ms: 160790\n- text: What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?\n  start_ms: 160790\n  end_ms: 163480\n- text: What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  start_ms: 163480\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 167540\n- text: Revenge on your mind when it's mentioned\n  start_ms: 167540\n  end_ms: 169430\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169430\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 174880\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174880\n  end_ms: 177360\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177360\n  end_ms: 179600\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179600\n  end_ms: 181280\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181280\n  end_ms: 184430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 184430\n  end_ms: 187460\n- text: Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 187460\n  end_ms: 190200\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 190200\n  end_ms: 193280\n- text: The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 193280\n  end_ms: 195990\n- text: Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  start_ms: 195990\n  end_ms: 198620\n- text: As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 198620\n  end_ms: 201470\n- text: And if you riding with me, nigga\n  start_ms: 201470\n  end_ms: 203600\n- text: I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  start_ms: 203600\n  end_ms: 207250\n- text: I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  start_ms: 207250\n  end_ms: 209950\n- text: That's not Nelson-likewant you to love me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 209950\n  end_ms: 212960\n- text: I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is\n  start_ms: 212960\n  end_ms: 215780\n- text: So I could find claritylike, how much you cherish me?\n  start_ms: 215780\n  end_ms: 218180\n- text: Is this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 218180\n  end_ms: 221240\n- text: See, I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 221240\n  end_ms: 224480\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law\n  start_ms: 224480\n  end_ms: 227270\n- text: Generation X, will I ever be your ex?\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 228780\n- text: Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls\n  start_ms: 228780\n  end_ms: 232140\n- text: Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all\n  start_ms: 232140\n  end_ms: 235230\n- text: It's respect but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235230\n  end_ms: 237790\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237790\n  end_ms: 240570\n- text: Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240570\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter you assassin\n  start_ms: 243430\n  end_ms: 246470\n- text: Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246470\n  end_ms: 249830\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249830\n  end_ms: 252360\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252360\n  end_ms: 255000\n- text: That nigga gave us \"Billie Jean,\" you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255000\n  end_ms: 258380\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258380\n  end_ms: 261040\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling\n  start_ms: 261040\n  end_ms: 263860\n- text: Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263860\n  end_ms: 266560\n- text: As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266560\n  end_ms: 269210\n- text: And if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga\n  start_ms: 269210\n  end_ms: 273910\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 273910\n  end_ms: 287790\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287790\n  end_ms: 289740\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 289740\n  end_ms: 292130\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292130\n  end_ms: 294670\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 294670\n  end_ms: 297920\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 297920\n  end_ms: 300630\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 300630\n  end_ms: 303840\n- text: I didn't wanna self-destruct\n  start_ms: 303840\n  end_ms: 307230\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307230\n  end_ms: 310290\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310290\n  end_ms: 313800\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 313800\n  end_ms: 316300\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316300\n  end_ms: 318970\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 318970\n  end_ms: 323960\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 323960\n  end_ms: 327730\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city\n  start_ms: 327730\n  end_ms: 332150\n- text: I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 332150\n  end_ms: 334050\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334050\n  end_ms: 340020\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340020\n  end_ms: 344970\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 344970\n  end_ms: 347190\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347190\n  end_ms: 351700\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351700\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 360200\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360200\n  end_ms: 366480\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man\n  start_ms: 366480\n  end_ms: 371770\n- text: Maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 371770\n  end_ms: 375970\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375970\n  end_ms: 378380\n- text: I was gonna call it \"Another Nigga,\" but it ain't really a poem\n  start_ms: 378380\n  end_ms: 381930\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to\n  start_ms: 381930\n  end_ms: 385910\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you\n  start_ms: 385910\n  end_ms: 388940\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa-\n  start_ms: 388940\n  end_ms: 392110\n- text: About a metaphor, actually, uh, you spoke on the ground\n  start_ms: 392110\n  end_ms: 396720\n- text: What you mean by that? What the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396720\n  end_ms: 400730\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400730\n  end_ms: 404340\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 404340\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406420\n- text: I seeand the ground is the symbol for the poor people\n  start_ms: 406420\n  end_ms: 409170\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 409170\n  end_ms: 410090\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world\n  start_ms: 410090\n  end_ms: 411660\n- text: And swallow up the rich people\n  start_ms: 411660\n  end_ms: 413100\n- text: '''Cause the rich people gonna be so fat (mhm)'\n  start_ms: 413100\n  end_ms: 414980\n- text: And they gonna be so appetizing (mhm)\n  start_ms: 414980\n  end_ms: 416860\n- text: You know what I'm saying, wealthy (right), appetizing (hungry)\n  start_ms: 416860\n  end_ms: 419290\n- text: The poor gonna be so poor, and hungry\n  start_ms: 419290\n  end_ms: 421550\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 421550\n  end_ms: 422320\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like\n  start_ms: 422320\n  end_ms: 423720\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be\n  start_ms: 423720\n  end_ms: 425580\n- text: There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muhfu-\n  start_ms: 425580\n  end_ms: 428970\n- text: They might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 428970\n  end_ms: 430340\n- text: A'ight, so let me ask you this, then\n  start_ms: 430340\n  end_ms: 432260\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich\n  start_ms: 432260\n  end_ms: 435860\n- text: Or somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435860\n  end_ms: 439140\n- text: I see myself as a natural-born hustler\n  start_ms: 439140\n  end_ms: 441610\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word\n  start_ms: 441610\n  end_ms: 444170\n- text: I took nothin', I took the opportunities\n  start_ms: 444170\n  end_ms: 445920\n- text: I worked at the m-most menial and degrading job\n  start_ms: 445920\n  end_ms: 449280\n- text: And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it\n  start_ms: 449280\n  end_ms: 452130\n- text: I-I went from having somebody managing me\n  start_ms: 452130\n  end_ms: 454090\n- text: To me hiring the person that works my management company (right)\n  start_ms: 454090\n  end_ms: 456520\n- text: I changed everything, I realized my destiny\n  start_ms: 456520\n  end_ms: 458640\n- text: In a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 458640\n  end_ms: 461130\n- text: I made myself a millionaire (right), I made, I made millions for a lot of people\n  start_ms: 461130\n  end_ms: 464710\n- text: Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 464710\n  end_ms: 466960\n- text: I made millions for the record companies (mhm)\n  start_ms: 466960\n  end_ms: 468560\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies (mhm)\n  start_ms: 468560\n  end_ms: 470450\n- text: Now I make millions for, for us (mmm)\n  start_ms: 470450\n  end_ms: 472810\n- text: And through your different avenues of success\n  start_ms: 472810\n  end_ms: 476380\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476380\n  end_ms: 480230\n- text: By my faith in God, by my faith in the game\n  start_ms: 480230\n  end_ms: 483490\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good, all good things come to those that stay true\"\n  start_ms: 483490\n  end_ms: 488130\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 488130\n  end_ms: 489230\n- text: You know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 489230\n  end_ms: 490280\n- text: And it was happening to me for a reason\n  start_ms: 490280\n  end_ms: 491990\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit\n  start_ms: 491990\n  end_ms: 494000\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening\n  start_ms: 494000\n  end_ms: 497020\n- text: So, it's no problem, you know\n  start_ms: 497020\n  end_ms: 499330\n- text: I mean, it's a problem, but I'm not finna let them know (hmm)\n  start_ms: 499330\n  end_ms: 501820\n- text: I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 501820\n  end_ms: 503210\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that\n  start_ms: 503210\n  end_ms: 508300\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 508300\n  end_ms: 512360\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 512360\n  end_ms: 517370\n- text: Uh, threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance\n  start_ms: 517370\n  end_ms: 521640\n- text: And not only me, but it goes down my family tree\n  start_ms: 521640\n  end_ms: 524210\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524210\n  end_ms: 527380\n- text: A'ight, well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like\n  start_ms: 527380\n  end_ms: 532810\n- text: '\"We fighting a war, I''m fighting a war I can''t win'\n  start_ms: 532810\n  end_ms: 535320\n- text: And I wanna lay it all down\"\n  start_ms: 535320\n  end_ms: 538050\n- text: In this country, a Black man only have like\n  start_ms: 538050\n  end_ms: 540550\n- text: Five years we can exhibit maximum strength\n  start_ms: 540550\n  end_ms: 543210\n- text: And that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong\n  start_ms: 543210\n  end_ms: 546260\n- text: While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back\n  start_ms: 546260\n  end_ms: 548980\n- text: '''Cause once you turn thirty it''s like'\n  start_ms: 548980\n  end_ms: 550440\n- text: They take the heart and soul out of a man\n  start_ms: 550440\n  end_ms: 552170\n- text: Out of a Black man in this country\n  start_ms: 552170\n  end_ms: 554060\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more\n  start_ms: 554060\n  end_ms: 555300\n- text: And if you don't believe me, you can look around\n  start_ms: 555300\n  end_ms: 557120\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth thirty-year old motherfuckers (mhm)\n  start_ms: 557120\n  end_ms: 559660\n- text: That's crazy, because me, being one of your offsprings of the legacy you left behind\n  start_ms: 559660\n  end_ms: 565780\n- text: I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I want to ask you\n  start_ms: 565780\n  end_ms: 571660\n- text: What you think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571660\n  end_ms: 575170\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores\n  start_ms: 575170\n  end_ms: 578400\n- text: And next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed, for real\n  start_ms: 578400\n  end_ms: 583070\n- text: I don't think America know that\n  start_ms: 583070\n  end_ms: 584640\n- text: I think America think we was just playing\n  start_ms: 584640\n  end_ms: 586210\n- text: And it's gonna be some more playing but\n  start_ms: 586210\n  end_ms: 587670\n- text: It ain't gonna be no playing\n  start_ms: 587670\n  end_ms: 589050\n- text: It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 589050\n  end_ms: 590830\n- text: It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831 (mhm), up in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 590830\n  end_ms: 595900\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen (mmm)\n  start_ms: 595900\n  end_ms: 597850\n- text: That's crazy, man, in my opinion\n  start_ms: 597850\n  end_ms: 602320\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations\n  start_ms: 602320\n  end_ms: 607170\n- text: A lot of people don't understand how important it is, you know\n  start_ms: 607170\n  end_ms: 610920\n- text: Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 610920\n  end_ms: 615060\n- text: I'ma push out or where it comes from\n  start_ms: 615060\n  end_ms: 617780\n- text: Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 617780\n  end_ms: 620300\n- text: Because it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin'\n  start_ms: 620300\n  end_ms: 623570\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us (damn)\n  start_ms: 623570\n  end_ms: 628700\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you\n  start_ms: 628700\n  end_ms: 631130\n- text: It's actually something a good friend had wrote\n  start_ms: 631130\n  end_ms: 633820\n- text: Describing my world\n  start_ms: 633820\n  end_ms: 637620\n- text: It says\n  start_ms: 637620\n  end_ms: 640590\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 640590\n  end_ms: 643610\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it\n  start_ms: 643610\n  end_ms: 648050\n- text: In order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 648050\n  end_ms: 651550\n- text: While consuming its environment\n  start_ms: 651550\n  end_ms: 653450\n- text: The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653450\n  end_ms: 656660\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him\n  start_ms: 656660\n  end_ms: 659690\n- text: But praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 659690\n  end_ms: 661830\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 661830\n  end_ms: 668020\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life, the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak\n  start_ms: 668020\n  end_ms: 672940\n- text: And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 672940\n  end_ms: 676880\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city\n  start_ms: 676880\n  end_ms: 678840\n- text: The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon\n  start_ms: 678840\n  end_ms: 681200\n- text: Which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 681200\n  end_ms: 684230\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts, he's trapped\n  start_ms: 684230\n  end_ms: 688330\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as\n  start_ms: 688330\n  end_ms: 691490\n- text: Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 691490\n  end_ms: 694870\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 694870\n  end_ms: 697050\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 697050\n  end_ms: 700990\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations\n  start_ms: 700990\n  end_ms: 705740\n- text: That the caterpillar never considered\n  start_ms: 705740\n  end_ms: 708370\n- text: Ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 708370\n  end_ms: 710760\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different\n  start_ms: 710760\n  end_ms: 714150\n- text: They are one and the same\"\n  start_ms: 714150\n  end_ms: 717140\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717140\n  end_ms: 721750\n- text: Pac? Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721750\n  end_ms: 726850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726850\nplain: |-\n  Oh, oh (ooh)\n  Whoa, oh\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Yeah (ow), uh\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (1-2, 1-2, 1-2), uh\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\n  Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily? Is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar?\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet 'til they ask you this question\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\n  Let my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first?\n  Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?\n  Like, who got your best interest?\n  Like, how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending?\n\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge on your mind when it's mentioned\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-likewant you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is\n  So I could find claritylike, how much you cherish me?\n  Is this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?\n  See, I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law\n  Generation X, will I ever be your ex?\n\n  Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls\n  Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all\n  It's respect but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter you assassin\n  Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us \"Billie Jean,\" you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\n  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self-destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city\n  I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man\n  Maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it \"Another Nigga,\" but it ain't really a poem\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa-\n  About a metaphor, actually, uh, you spoke on the ground\n  What you mean by that? What the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  Right\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond\n  I seeand the ground is the symbol for the poor people\n  Right\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world\n  And swallow up the rich people\n  'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat (mhm)\n  And they gonna be so appetizing (mhm)\n  You know what I'm saying, wealthy (right), appetizing (hungry)\n\n  The poor gonna be so poor, and hungry\n  Right\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be\n  There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muhfu-\n  They might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying?\n\n  A'ight, so let me ask you this, then\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich\n  Or somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?\n  I see myself as a natural-born hustler\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word\n  I took nothin', I took the opportunities\n  I worked at the m-most menial and degrading job\n  And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it\n  I-I went from having somebody managing me\n  To me hiring the person that works my management company (right)\n\n  I changed everything, I realized my destiny\n  In a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying?\n  I made myself a millionaire (right), I made, I made millions for a lot of people\n  Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?\n  I made millions for the record companies (mhm)\n  I made millions for these movie companies (mhm)\n  Now I make millions for, for us (mmm)\n\n  And through your different avenues of success\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  By my faith in God, by my faith in the game\n  And by my faith in \"all good, all good things come to those that stay true\"\n  Right\n  You know what I'm saying?\n\n  And it was happening to me for a reason\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening\n  So, it's no problem, you know\n  I mean, it's a problem, but I'm not finna let them know (hmm)\n  I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Uh, threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance\n  And not only me, but it goes down my family tree\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  A'ight, well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like\n  \"We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win\n  And I wanna lay it all down\"\n  In this country, a Black man only have like\n  Five years we can exhibit maximum strength\n  And that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong\n  While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back\n\n  'Cause once you turn thirty it's like\n  They take the heart and soul out of a man\n  Out of a Black man in this country\n  And you don't wanna fight no more\n  And if you don't believe me, you can look around\n  You don't see no loud mouth thirty-year old motherfuckers (mhm)\n\n  That's crazy, because me, being one of your offsprings of the legacy you left behind\n  I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I want to ask you\n  What you think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores\n  And next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed, for real\n\n  I don't think America know that\n  I think America think we was just playing\n  And it's gonna be some more playing but\n  It ain't gonna be no playing\n  It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying?\n  It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831 (mhm), up in this motherfucker\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen (mmm)\n\n  That's crazy, man, in my opinion\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations\n  A lot of people don't understand how important it is, you know\n  Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'ma push out or where it comes from\n  Trip me out sometimes\n  Because it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin'\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us (damn)\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you\n  It's actually something a good friend had wrote\n  Describing my world\n  It says\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it\n  In order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment\n  The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him\n\n  But praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life, the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak\n  And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city\n  The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon\n  Which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts, he's trapped\n\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as\n  Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations\n  That the caterpillar never considered\n  Ending the internal struggle\n\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different\n  They are one and the same\"\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac? Pac?\n"},{"id":40091876,"name":"Mortal Man\u001fMortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man\u001fMortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":727.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nfirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nyour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\ncontinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nabout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nthe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nrich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nthey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nappetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nyou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nbe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\ndo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nsomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\na true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nworks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nyou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nfor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nhow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nand by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nyou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nyou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nfinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nsomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nthreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nwe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nmaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nwhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nwhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\na man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nyou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nyou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\ngoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nthink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\ntime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nmore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nyou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nup in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nonly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nlotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nget behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nwe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nhad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\naround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\ncaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nworld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nthe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nbutterfly as weak and figures out\na way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\ngoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nsuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nthe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\ncompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: \"Mortal Man\\x1FMortal Man\"\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 727107\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  first? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  about a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  the poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  they gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  you know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  a true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  you know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  for myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  how would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  and by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  you know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  you know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  we fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  while you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  while you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  a man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  you don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  you left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  more playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  you know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  we just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  world shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  butterfly as weak and figures out\n  a way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":7033474,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Chop A Butterfly (Chopped Not Slopped by Slim K)","duration":727.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.26] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.96] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.94] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.52] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.87] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.61] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.48] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.03] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.69] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.35] You consume every message\n[01:00.76] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.41] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.98] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.19] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.70] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.12] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.09] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.92] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.73] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.65] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.40] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.21] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.14] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.90] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.04] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.71] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.52] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.12] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.04] And with that\n[02:14.88] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.50] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.38] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.38] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.46] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.89] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.15] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.61] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.59] And who pretending?\n[02:37.55] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.12] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.32] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.54] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.18] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.24] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.58] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.14] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.94] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.59] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.29] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.25] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.71] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.33] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.15] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.85] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.40] You consume every message\n[03:17.76] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.60] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.49] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.46] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.18] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.87] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.72] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.52] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.17] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.54] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.76] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.21] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.58] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.66] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.45] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.33] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.34] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.40] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.48] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.14] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.19] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.73] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.58] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.26] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:33.97] \n[04:47.85] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.06] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.52] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.05] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.23] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.02] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.44] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.30] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.80] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.42] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.73] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.29] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.78] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.57] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.45] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.50] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.13] The word was respect\n[05:47.44] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.86] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.99] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.18] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.50] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.59] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.86] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.64] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.39] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.73] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.30] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.06] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.49] Right\n[06:44.67] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.39] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.54] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.20] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.81] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.39] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.81] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.43] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.75] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.70] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.72] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.62] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.95] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.52] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.06] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.89] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.55] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.98] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.79] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.05] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.64] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.44] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.74] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.34] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.64] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.21] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.07] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.62] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.02] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.14] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.06] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.27] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.49] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.69] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.72] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.82] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.28] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.78] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.90] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.80] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.86] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.33] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.76] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.62] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.75] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.25] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.98] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.18] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.66] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.77] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.97] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.22] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.91] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.85] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.55] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.58] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.16] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.79] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.02] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.98] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.23] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.18] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:11.96] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.54] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.27] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.98] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.35] Damn\n[10:28.07] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.86] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.95] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.86] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.03] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.50] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.43] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.74] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.03] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.02] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.00] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.88] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.87] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.22] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.83] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.22] He's trapped\n[11:28.11] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.89] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.31] The result?\n[11:36.83] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.67] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.75] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.82] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.72] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.48] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.59] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.20] Pac?!\n[12:06.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Chop A Butterfly (Chopped Not Slopped by Slim K)\n  duration_ms: 727000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 34960\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34960\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37940\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37940\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 43870\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43870\n  end_ms: 46610\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46610\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52480\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52480\n  end_ms: 55030\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55030\n  end_ms: 57690\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57690\n  end_ms: 59350\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59350\n  end_ms: 60760\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60760\n  end_ms: 63410\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63410\n  end_ms: 66980\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66980\n  end_ms: 69470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69470\n  end_ms: 72190\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72190\n  end_ms: 75420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75420\n  end_ms: 77700\n- text: Do you believe in me? 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end_ms: 246340\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246340\n  end_ms: 249400\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249400\n  end_ms: 252480\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252480\n  end_ms: 255140\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255140\n  end_ms: 258190\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258190\n  end_ms: 260730\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260730\n  end_ms: 263580\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263580\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269260\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269260\n  end_ms: 273970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 273970\n  end_ms: 287850\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287850\n  end_ms: 290060\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290060\n  end_ms: 292520\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292520\n  end_ms: 295050\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295050\n  end_ms: 298230\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298230\n  end_ms: 301020\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301020\n  end_ms: 304440\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304440\n  end_ms: 307300\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307300\n  end_ms: 310800\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310800\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316420\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316420\n  end_ms: 319730\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319730\n  end_ms: 324290\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324290\n  end_ms: 327780\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327780\n  end_ms: 329570\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329570\n  end_ms: 334450\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334450\n  end_ms: 340500\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340500\n  end_ms: 345130\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345130\n  end_ms: 347440\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347440\n  end_ms: 351860\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351860\n  end_ms: 355990\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355990\n  end_ms: 360180\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360180\n  end_ms: 366500\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366500\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 377860\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377860\n  end_ms: 381640\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381640\n  end_ms: 385390\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385390\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391730\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391730\n  end_ms: 396300\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396300\n  end_ms: 400060\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400060\n  end_ms: 403490\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403490\n  end_ms: 404670\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404670\n  end_ms: 406390\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406390\n  end_ms: 409540\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409540\n  end_ms: 412200\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412200\n  end_ms: 414810\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414810\n  end_ms: 418390\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418390\n  end_ms: 421810\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421810\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432430\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432430\n  end_ms: 435750\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435750\n  end_ms: 439700\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439700\n  end_ms: 441720\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441720\n  end_ms: 444620\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444620\n  end_ms: 445950\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445950\n  end_ms: 450520\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450520\n  end_ms: 452060\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452060\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456890\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456890\n  end_ms: 460550\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460550\n  end_ms: 462980\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462980\n  end_ms: 465790\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465790\n  end_ms: 467050\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467050\n  end_ms: 468640\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468640\n  end_ms: 473440\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473440\n  end_ms: 476740\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476740\n  end_ms: 480340\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480340\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491640\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491640\n  end_ms: 494210\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494210\n  end_ms: 497070\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497070\n  end_ms: 498620\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498620\n  end_ms: 500020\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500020\n  end_ms: 503140\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503140\n  end_ms: 507060\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507060\n  end_ms: 513270\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513270\n  end_ms: 517490\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517490\n  end_ms: 521690\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521690\n  end_ms: 524720\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524720\n  end_ms: 526820\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526820\n  end_ms: 532280\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532280\n  end_ms: 533780\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533780\n  end_ms: 537900\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537900\n  end_ms: 541800\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541800\n  end_ms: 544860\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544860\n  end_ms: 547330\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547330\n  end_ms: 548760\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548760\n  end_ms: 551620\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551620\n  end_ms: 553750\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553750\n  end_ms: 555250\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555250\n  end_ms: 556980\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556980\n  end_ms: 560180\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560180\n  end_ms: 564660\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564660\n  end_ms: 568770\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568770\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 575220\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575220\n  end_ms: 578910\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578910\n  end_ms: 582850\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582850\n  end_ms: 584550\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584550\n  end_ms: 586580\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586580\n  end_ms: 590160\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590160\n  end_ms: 593790\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593790\n  end_ms: 598020\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598020\n  end_ms: 601980\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601980\n  end_ms: 607230\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607230\n  end_ms: 610180\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610180\n  end_ms: 611960\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 611960\n  end_ms: 614540\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614540\n  end_ms: 620270\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620270\n  end_ms: 622980\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622980\n  end_ms: 625350\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625350\n  end_ms: 628070\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628070\n  end_ms: 630860\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630860\n  end_ms: 632950\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632950\n  end_ms: 639860\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639860\n  end_ms: 644030\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644030\n  end_ms: 647500\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647500\n  end_ms: 651430\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651430\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656740\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656740\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662030\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662030\n  end_ms: 664020\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664020\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671000\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671000\n  end_ms: 673880\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673880\n  end_ms: 676870\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676870\n  end_ms: 679220\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679220\n  end_ms: 683830\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683830\n  end_ms: 686220\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686220\n  end_ms: 688110\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688110\n  end_ms: 690890\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690890\n  end_ms: 695310\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695310\n  end_ms: 696830\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696830\n  end_ms: 701670\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701670\n  end_ms: 705750\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705750\n  end_ms: 710820\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710820\n  end_ms: 712720\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712720\n  end_ms: 717480\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717480\n  end_ms: 721590\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721590\n  end_ms: 726200\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726200\n  end_ms: 726500\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726500\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":575906,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":727.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 727000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 97460\n- text: Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  start_ms: 97460\n  end_ms: 100260\n- text: Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 100260\n  end_ms: 103110\n- text: I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  start_ms: 103110\n  end_ms: 105990\n- text: You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  start_ms: 105990\n  end_ms: 109030\n- text: 'But a prophet ain''t a prophet til they ask you this question:'\n  start_ms: 109030\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 115270\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 115270\n  end_ms: 117720\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 117720\n  end_ms: 121130\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 121130\n  end_ms: 123540\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 123540\n  end_ms: 126330\n- text: Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 126330\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132090\n- text: And with that\n  start_ms: 132090\n  end_ms: 134890\n- text: Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  start_ms: 134890\n  end_ms: 137560\n- text: You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  start_ms: 137560\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145440\n- text: First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  start_ms: 145440\n  end_ms: 149040\n- text: Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  start_ms: 149040\n  end_ms: 151820\n- text: Like who got your best interest?\n  start_ms: 151820\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Like how much are you dependent?\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 154680\n- text: How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  start_ms: 154680\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: And who pretending?\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 157540\n- text: How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  start_ms: 157540\n  end_ms: 159100\n- text: Do you show forgiveness?\n  start_ms: 159100\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: What brush do you bend when dusting\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 161560\n- text: Your shoulders from being offended?\n  start_ms: 161560\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- text: The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 192180\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 197770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 197770\n  end_ms: 200650\n- text: And if you riding with me, nigga\n  start_ms: 200650\n  end_ms: 203480\n- text: I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  start_ms: 203480\n  end_ms: 206440\n- text: I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  start_ms: 206440\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 211820\n- text: I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  start_ms: 211820\n  end_ms: 214780\n- text: So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  start_ms: 214780\n  end_ms: 217570\n- text: Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":29495437,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":293.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 293000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 97460\n- text: Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  start_ms: 97460\n  end_ms: 100260\n- text: Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 100260\n  end_ms: 103110\n- text: I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  start_ms: 103110\n  end_ms: 105990\n- text: You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  start_ms: 105990\n  end_ms: 109030\n- text: 'But a prophet ain''t a prophet til they ask you this question:'\n  start_ms: 109030\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 115270\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 115270\n  end_ms: 117720\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 117720\n  end_ms: 121130\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 121130\n  end_ms: 123540\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 123540\n  end_ms: 126330\n- text: Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 126330\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132090\n- text: And with that\n  start_ms: 132090\n  end_ms: 134890\n- text: Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  start_ms: 134890\n  end_ms: 137560\n- text: You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  start_ms: 137560\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145440\n- text: First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  start_ms: 145440\n  end_ms: 149040\n- text: Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  start_ms: 149040\n  end_ms: 151820\n- text: Like who got your best interest?\n  start_ms: 151820\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Like how much are you dependent?\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 154680\n- text: How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  start_ms: 154680\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: And who pretending?\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 157540\n- text: How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  start_ms: 157540\n  end_ms: 159100\n- text: Do you show forgiveness?\n  start_ms: 159100\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: What brush do you bend when dusting\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 161560\n- text: Your shoulders from being offended?\n  start_ms: 161560\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- text: The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 192180\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 197770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 197770\n  end_ms: 200650\n- text: And if you riding with me, nigga\n  start_ms: 200650\n  end_ms: 203480\n- text: I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  start_ms: 203480\n  end_ms: 206440\n- text: I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  start_ms: 206440\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 211820\n- text: I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  start_ms: 211820\n  end_ms: 214780\n- text: So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  start_ms: 214780\n  end_ms: 217570\n- text: Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30110908,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":349.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30111034,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":529.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? 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hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 529000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30111081,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":579.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 579000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 97460\n- text: Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  start_ms: 97460\n  end_ms: 100260\n- text: Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 100260\n  end_ms: 103110\n- text: I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  start_ms: 103110\n  end_ms: 105990\n- text: You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  start_ms: 105990\n  end_ms: 109030\n- text: 'But a prophet ain''t a prophet til they ask you this question:'\n  start_ms: 109030\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 115270\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 115270\n  end_ms: 117720\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 117720\n  end_ms: 121130\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 121130\n  end_ms: 123540\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 123540\n  end_ms: 126330\n- text: Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 126330\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132090\n- text: And with that\n  start_ms: 132090\n  end_ms: 134890\n- text: Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  start_ms: 134890\n  end_ms: 137560\n- text: You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  start_ms: 137560\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145440\n- text: First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  start_ms: 145440\n  end_ms: 149040\n- text: Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  start_ms: 149040\n  end_ms: 151820\n- text: Like who got your best interest?\n  start_ms: 151820\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Like how much are you dependent?\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 154680\n- text: How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  start_ms: 154680\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: And who pretending?\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 157540\n- text: How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  start_ms: 157540\n  end_ms: 159100\n- text: Do you show forgiveness?\n  start_ms: 159100\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: What brush do you bend when dusting\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 161560\n- text: Your shoulders from being offended?\n  start_ms: 161560\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- text: The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 192180\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 197770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 197770\n  end_ms: 200650\n- text: And if you riding with me, nigga\n  start_ms: 200650\n  end_ms: 203480\n- text: I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  start_ms: 203480\n  end_ms: 206440\n- text: I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  start_ms: 206440\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 211820\n- text: I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  start_ms: 211820\n  end_ms: 214780\n- text: So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  start_ms: 214780\n  end_ms: 217570\n- text: Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30111094,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":599.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30110818,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? 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hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30110932,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":389.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 389000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 97460\n- text: Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  start_ms: 97460\n  end_ms: 100260\n- text: Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 100260\n  end_ms: 103110\n- text: I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  start_ms: 103110\n  end_ms: 105990\n- text: You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  start_ms: 105990\n  end_ms: 109030\n- text: 'But a prophet ain''t a prophet til they ask you this question:'\n  start_ms: 109030\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 115270\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 115270\n  end_ms: 117720\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 117720\n  end_ms: 121130\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 121130\n  end_ms: 123540\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 123540\n  end_ms: 126330\n- text: Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 126330\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132090\n- text: And with that\n  start_ms: 132090\n  end_ms: 134890\n- text: Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  start_ms: 134890\n  end_ms: 137560\n- text: You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  start_ms: 137560\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145440\n- text: First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  start_ms: 145440\n  end_ms: 149040\n- text: Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  start_ms: 149040\n  end_ms: 151820\n- text: Like who got your best interest?\n  start_ms: 151820\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Like how much are you dependent?\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 154680\n- text: How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  start_ms: 154680\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: And who pretending?\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 157540\n- text: How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  start_ms: 157540\n  end_ms: 159100\n- text: Do you show forgiveness?\n  start_ms: 159100\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: What brush do you bend when dusting\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 161560\n- text: Your shoulders from being offended?\n  start_ms: 161560\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- text: The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 192180\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 197770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 197770\n  end_ms: 200650\n- text: And if you riding with me, nigga\n  start_ms: 200650\n  end_ms: 203480\n- text: I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  start_ms: 203480\n  end_ms: 206440\n- text: I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  start_ms: 206440\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 211820\n- text: I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  start_ms: 211820\n  end_ms: 214780\n- text: So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  start_ms: 214780\n  end_ms: 217570\n- text: Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30110945,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":409.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30111031,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":519.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? 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hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 519000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30110852,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 97460\n- text: Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  start_ms: 97460\n  end_ms: 100260\n- text: Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 100260\n  end_ms: 103110\n- text: I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  start_ms: 103110\n  end_ms: 105990\n- text: You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  start_ms: 105990\n  end_ms: 109030\n- text: 'But a prophet ain''t a prophet til they ask you this question:'\n  start_ms: 109030\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 115270\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 115270\n  end_ms: 117720\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 117720\n  end_ms: 121130\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 121130\n  end_ms: 123540\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 123540\n  end_ms: 126330\n- text: Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 126330\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132090\n- text: And with that\n  start_ms: 132090\n  end_ms: 134890\n- text: Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  start_ms: 134890\n  end_ms: 137560\n- text: You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  start_ms: 137560\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145440\n- text: First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  start_ms: 145440\n  end_ms: 149040\n- text: Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  start_ms: 149040\n  end_ms: 151820\n- text: Like who got your best interest?\n  start_ms: 151820\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Like how much are you dependent?\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 154680\n- text: How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  start_ms: 154680\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: And who pretending?\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 157540\n- text: How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  start_ms: 157540\n  end_ms: 159100\n- text: Do you show forgiveness?\n  start_ms: 159100\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: What brush do you bend when dusting\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 161560\n- text: Your shoulders from being offended?\n  start_ms: 161560\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- text: The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 192180\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 197770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 197770\n  end_ms: 200650\n- text: And if you riding with me, nigga\n  start_ms: 200650\n  end_ms: 203480\n- text: I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  start_ms: 203480\n  end_ms: 206440\n- text: I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  start_ms: 206440\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 211820\n- text: I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  start_ms: 211820\n  end_ms: 214780\n- text: So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  start_ms: 214780\n  end_ms: 217570\n- text: Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30110877,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30110901,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? 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hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30110987,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":459.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 459000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 97460\n- text: Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  start_ms: 97460\n  end_ms: 100260\n- text: Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 100260\n  end_ms: 103110\n- text: I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  start_ms: 103110\n  end_ms: 105990\n- text: You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  start_ms: 105990\n  end_ms: 109030\n- text: 'But a prophet ain''t a prophet til they ask you this question:'\n  start_ms: 109030\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 115270\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 115270\n  end_ms: 117720\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 117720\n  end_ms: 121130\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 121130\n  end_ms: 123540\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 123540\n  end_ms: 126330\n- text: Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 126330\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132090\n- text: And with that\n  start_ms: 132090\n  end_ms: 134890\n- text: Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  start_ms: 134890\n  end_ms: 137560\n- text: You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  start_ms: 137560\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145440\n- text: First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  start_ms: 145440\n  end_ms: 149040\n- text: Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  start_ms: 149040\n  end_ms: 151820\n- text: Like who got your best interest?\n  start_ms: 151820\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Like how much are you dependent?\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 154680\n- text: How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  start_ms: 154680\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: And who pretending?\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 157540\n- text: How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  start_ms: 157540\n  end_ms: 159100\n- text: Do you show forgiveness?\n  start_ms: 159100\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: What brush do you bend when dusting\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 161560\n- text: Your shoulders from being offended?\n  start_ms: 161560\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- text: The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  start_ms: 192180\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 197770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 197770\n  end_ms: 200650\n- text: And if you riding with me, nigga\n  start_ms: 200650\n  end_ms: 203480\n- text: I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  start_ms: 203480\n  end_ms: 206440\n- text: I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  start_ms: 206440\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 211820\n- text: I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  start_ms: 211820\n  end_ms: 214780\n- text: So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  start_ms: 214780\n  end_ms: 217570\n- text: Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30111017,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":499.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.17] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:34.98] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:36.41] You consume every message\n[00:37.97] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[00:40.50] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[00:43.85] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:46.64] When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n[00:49.55] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:52.47] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[00:55.07] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[00:57.64] Let these words be your earth and moon\n[00:59.37] You consume every message\n[01:00.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[01:03.48] And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[01:06.93] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:09.43] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:12.18] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[01:15.46] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:17.72] Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n[01:20.17] Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n[01:23.02] Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n[01:25.76] Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n[01:28.90] If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n[01:31.77] If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n[01:34.63] Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n[01:37.46] Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n[01:40.26] Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n[01:43.11] I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n[01:45.99] You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n[01:49.03] But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[01:52.32] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:55.27] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[01:57.72] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[02:01.13] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[02:03.54] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[02:06.33] Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[02:09.20] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[02:12.09] And with that\n[02:14.89] Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n[02:17.56] You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n[02:20.36] You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n[02:23.33] You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n[02:25.44] First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n[02:29.04] Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n[02:31.82] Like who got your best interest?\n[02:33.17] Like how much are you dependent?\n[02:34.68] How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n[02:36.50] And who pretending?\n[02:37.54] How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n[02:39.10] Do you show forgiveness?\n[02:40.37] What brush do you bend when dusting\n[02:41.56] Your shoulders from being offended?\n[02:43.17] What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n[02:46.27] What kind of bridge did they burn?\n[02:47.53] Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n[02:49.10] You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n[02:51.93] You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n[02:54.50] You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n[02:57.22] That considered the blessing of everyone\n[02:59.23] This your lesson for everyone, say\n[03:01.04] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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the heavens be?\n  start_ms: 217570\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  start_ms: 220140\n  end_ms: 223260\n- text: Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  start_ms: 223260\n  end_ms: 225550\n- text: Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  start_ms: 225550\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231200\n- text: Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  start_ms: 231200\n  end_ms: 233160\n- text: Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  start_ms: 233160\n  end_ms: 235510\n- text: But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  start_ms: 235510\n  end_ms: 237670\n- text: How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  start_ms: 237670\n  end_ms: 240430\n- text: Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  start_ms: 240430\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 246310\n- text: Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n  start_ms: 246310\n  end_ms: 249440\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 249440\n  end_ms: 252420\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 252420\n  end_ms: 255110\n- text: That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  start_ms: 255110\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260760\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 260760\n  end_ms: 263550\n- text: Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  start_ms: 263550\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 269270\n- text: And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n  start_ms: 269270\n  end_ms: 287820\n- text: '\"I remember you was conflicted'\n  start_ms: 287820\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Misusing your influence\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 292530\n- text: Sometimes I did the same\n  start_ms: 292530\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 298270\n- text: Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  start_ms: 298270\n  end_ms: 301090\n- text: Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  start_ms: 301090\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: I didn't wanna self destruct\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307310\n- text: The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  start_ms: 307310\n  end_ms: 310820\n- text: So I went running for answers\n  start_ms: 310820\n  end_ms: 314020\n- text: Until I came home\n  start_ms: 314020\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 319790\n- text: Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  start_ms: 319790\n  end_ms: 324260\n- text: Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  start_ms: 324260\n  end_ms: 327760\n- text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"},{"id":30111025,"name":"Mortal Man","trackName":"Mortal Man","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"To Pimp A Butterfly","duration":509.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\nFirst? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting\nYour shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga\n\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the\nContinuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\nAbout a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\nWhat you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\nRight\n\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond.\nI see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\nRich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\nThey gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\nAppetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\nYou know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\nBe some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\nAight so let me ask you this then,\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\nSomebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\nI see myself as a natural born hustler,\nA true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\nI took the opportunities,\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\nI could get it to where I owned it.\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\nWorks my management company.\nI changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\nYou know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\nI made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\nFor myself, you know what I'm saying.\nI made millions for the record companies,\nI made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\nAnd through your different avenues of success,\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\nSo it's no problem,\nYou know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\nFinna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\nThreatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\nAnd not only me but it goes down my family tree.\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\nAight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\nWe fighting a war,\nI'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\nMaximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\nWhile you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\nWhile you still wanna shoot back.\nCause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\nA man, out of a black man in this country.\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more.\nAnd if you don't believe me you can look around,\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\nYou left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\nGoin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\nThink is the future for me and my generation today?\n\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\nTime it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\nI don't think America know that.\nI think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\nMore playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\nUp in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion,\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\nLotta people don't understand how important it is.\nSometimes I be like,\nGet behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\nI'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\nDamn\n\nI wanted to read one last thing to you.\nIt's actually something a good friend\nHad wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything\nAround it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the\nCaterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the\nWorld shuns him, but praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent,\nThe thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\nButterfly as weak and figures out\nA way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\nGoes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\nSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\nThe caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are\nCompletely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? 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hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:03.74] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:06.31] Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n[03:09.56] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[03:12.18] The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n[03:14.86] Let my word be your Earth and moon\n[03:16.49] You consume every message\n[03:17.77] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[03:20.65] And if you riding with me, nigga\n[03:23.48] I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n[03:26.44] I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n[03:29.12] That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n[03:31.82] I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n[03:34.78] So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n[03:37.57] Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n[03:40.14] See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n[03:43.26] Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n[03:45.55] Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n[03:48.74] Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n[03:51.20] Pit bulls, put me under stress\n[03:53.16] Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n[03:55.51] But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n[03:57.67] How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n[04:00.43] Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n[04:03.38] Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n[04:06.31] Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[04:09.44] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:12.42] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:15.11] That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n[04:18.16] When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[04:20.76] The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n[04:23.55] Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n[04:26.21] As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n[04:29.27] And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n[04:47.82] \"I remember you was conflicted\n[04:50.09] Misusing your influence\n[04:52.53] Sometimes I did the same\n[04:55.02] Abusing my power, full of resentment\n[04:58.27] Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n[05:01.09] Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n[05:04.41] I didn't wanna self destruct\n[05:07.31] The evils of Lucy was all around me\n[05:10.82] So I went running for answers\n[05:14.02] Until I came home\n[05:16.40] But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n[05:19.79] Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n[05:24.26] Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n[05:27.76] But while my loved ones was fighting the\n[05:29.54] Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n[05:34.41] A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n[05:40.57] Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n[05:45.11] The word was respect\n[05:47.42] Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n[05:51.84] Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n[05:55.94] Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n[06:00.11] If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n[06:06.55] But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n[06:15.58] Shit and that's all I wrote\n[06:17.83] I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n[06:21.66] I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n[06:25.35] Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n[06:28.69] I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n[06:31.72] About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n[06:36.36] What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n[06:40.07] The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[06:43.45] Right\n[06:44.66] That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n[06:46.30] I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n[06:49.57] The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n[06:52.23] Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n[06:54.80] They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n[06:58.37] Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n[07:01.85] You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n[07:06.02] Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[07:10.30] Aight so let me ask you this then,\n[07:12.45] Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n[07:15.71] Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[07:19.77] I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n[07:21.71] A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n[07:24.66] I took the opportunities,\n[07:25.98] I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n[07:30.59] I could get it to where I owned it.\n[07:32.07] I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n[07:35.20] Works my management company.\n[07:36.83] I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n[07:40.51] You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n[07:42.91] I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n[07:45.78] For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n[07:47.00] I made millions for the record companies,\n[07:48.65] I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[07:53.45] And through your different avenues of success,\n[07:56.75] How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[08:00.35] And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n[08:08.68] \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n[08:11.62] You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n[08:14.22] I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n[08:17.03] So it's no problem,\n[08:18.68] You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n[08:20.03] Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[08:23.10] Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n[08:27.02] Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[08:33.23] Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n[08:37.48] Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n[08:41.68] And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n[08:44.75] You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[08:46.89] Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n[08:52.23] We fighting a war,\n[08:53.77] I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[08:57.96] In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n[09:01.85] Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n[09:04.83] While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n[09:07.35] While you still wanna shoot back.\n[09:08.75] Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n[09:11.60] A man, out of a black man in this country.\n[09:13.77] And you don't wanna fight no more.\n[09:15.27] And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n[09:16.91] You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n[09:20.19] That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n[09:24.65] You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n[09:28.71] Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n[09:31.93] Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[09:35.21] I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n[09:38.97] Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n[09:42.89] I don't think America know that.\n[09:44.59] I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n[09:46.60] More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n[09:50.13] You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n[09:53.73] Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[09:58.08] That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n[10:01.95] Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n[10:07.24] Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n[10:10.10] Sometimes I be like,\n[10:12.00] Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n[10:14.53] I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[10:20.28] Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n[10:22.95] We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[10:25.33] Damn\n[10:28.01] I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n[10:30.82] It's actually something a good friend\n[10:32.99] Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n[10:39.87] \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n[10:44.05] Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n[10:47.45] Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n[10:51.41] While consuming its environment the\n[10:53.75] Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n[10:56.70] One thing it noticed is how much the\n[10:58.48] World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n[11:02.06] The butterfly represents the talent,\n[11:04.08] The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n[11:08.04] But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n[11:11.08] Butterfly as weak and figures out\n[11:13.82] A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n[11:16.85] Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n[11:19.26] Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n[11:23.81] He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n[11:26.25] He's trapped\n[11:28.15] When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n[11:30.83] Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n[11:35.38] The result?\n[11:36.84] Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n[11:41.69] Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n[11:45.72] The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n[11:50.84] Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n[11:52.78] Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n[11:57.45] What's your perspective on that?\n[12:01.53] Pac? Pac?\n[12:06.23] Pac?!\n[12:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mortal Man\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: To Pimp A Butterfly\n  duration_ms: 509000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 32170\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 36410\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 36410\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 40500\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 40500\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Let these words be your earth and moon\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59370\n- text: You consume every message\n  start_ms: 59370\n  end_ms: 60770\n- text: As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  start_ms: 60770\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: 'And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:'\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77720\n- text: Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  start_ms: 77720\n  end_ms: 80170\n- text: Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  start_ms: 80170\n  end_ms: 83020\n- text: Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  start_ms: 83020\n  end_ms: 85760\n- text: Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  start_ms: 85760\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. 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did they burn?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167530\n- text: Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  start_ms: 167530\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174500\n- text: You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  start_ms: 174500\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: That considered the blessing of everyone\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 179230\n- text: This your lesson for everyone, say\n  start_ms: 179230\n  end_ms: 181040\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 181040\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192180\n- 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text: But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  start_ms: 327760\n  end_ms: 329540\n- text: Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  start_ms: 329540\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 340570\n- text: Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  start_ms: 340570\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: The word was respect\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347420\n- text: Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  start_ms: 347420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 366550\n- text: But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n  start_ms: 366550\n  end_ms: 375580\n- text: Shit and that's all I wrote\n  start_ms: 375580\n  end_ms: 377830\n- text: I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  start_ms: 377830\n  end_ms: 381660\n- text: I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  start_ms: 381660\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 388690\n- text: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  start_ms: 388690\n  end_ms: 391720\n- text: About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  start_ms: 391720\n  end_ms: 396360\n- text: What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n  start_ms: 396360\n  end_ms: 400070\n- text: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n  start_ms: 400070\n  end_ms: 403450\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 403450\n  end_ms: 404660\n- text: That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  start_ms: 404660\n  end_ms: 406300\n- text: I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  start_ms: 406300\n  end_ms: 409570\n- text: The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  start_ms: 409570\n  end_ms: 412230\n- text: Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  start_ms: 412230\n  end_ms: 414800\n- text: They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  start_ms: 414800\n  end_ms: 418370\n- text: Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  start_ms: 418370\n  end_ms: 421850\n- text: You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  start_ms: 421850\n  end_ms: 426020\n- text: Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n  start_ms: 426020\n  end_ms: 430300\n- text: Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  start_ms: 430300\n  end_ms: 432450\n- text: Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  start_ms: 432450\n  end_ms: 435710\n- text: Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n  start_ms: 435710\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444660\n- text: I took the opportunities,\n  start_ms: 444660\n  end_ms: 445980\n- text: I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  start_ms: 445980\n  end_ms: 450590\n- text: I could get it to where I owned it.\n  start_ms: 450590\n  end_ms: 452070\n- text: I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  start_ms: 452070\n  end_ms: 455200\n- text: Works my management company.\n  start_ms: 455200\n  end_ms: 456830\n- text: I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  start_ms: 456830\n  end_ms: 460510\n- text: You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  start_ms: 460510\n  end_ms: 462910\n- text: I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  start_ms: 462910\n  end_ms: 465780\n- text: For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  start_ms: 465780\n  end_ms: 467000\n- text: I made millions for the record companies,\n  start_ms: 467000\n  end_ms: 468650\n- text: I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n  start_ms: 468650\n  end_ms: 473450\n- text: And through your different avenues of success,\n  start_ms: 473450\n  end_ms: 476750\n- text: How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n  start_ms: 476750\n  end_ms: 480350\n- text: And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  start_ms: 480350\n  end_ms: 488680\n- text: '\" You know what I''m saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,'\n  start_ms: 488680\n  end_ms: 491620\n- text: You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  start_ms: 491620\n  end_ms: 494220\n- text: I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  start_ms: 494220\n  end_ms: 497030\n- text: So it's no problem,\n  start_ms: 497030\n  end_ms: 498680\n- text: You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  start_ms: 498680\n  end_ms: 500030\n- text: Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n  start_ms: 500030\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 507020\n- text: Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n  start_ms: 507020\n  end_ms: 513230\n- text: Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  start_ms: 513230\n  end_ms: 517480\n- text: Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  start_ms: 517480\n  end_ms: 521680\n- text: And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  start_ms: 521680\n  end_ms: 524750\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n  start_ms: 524750\n  end_ms: 526890\n- text: Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  start_ms: 526890\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: We fighting a war,\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 533770\n- text: I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n  start_ms: 533770\n  end_ms: 537960\n- text: In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  start_ms: 537960\n  end_ms: 541850\n- text: Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  start_ms: 541850\n  end_ms: 544830\n- text: While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  start_ms: 544830\n  end_ms: 547350\n- text: While you still wanna shoot back.\n  start_ms: 547350\n  end_ms: 548750\n- text: Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  start_ms: 548750\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553770\n- text: And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  start_ms: 553770\n  end_ms: 555270\n- text: And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  start_ms: 555270\n  end_ms: 556910\n- text: You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n  start_ms: 556910\n  end_ms: 560190\n- text: That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  start_ms: 560190\n  end_ms: 564650\n- text: You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  start_ms: 564650\n  end_ms: 568710\n- text: Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  start_ms: 568710\n  end_ms: 571930\n- text: Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n  start_ms: 571930\n  end_ms: 575210\n- text: I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  start_ms: 575210\n  end_ms: 578970\n- text: Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  start_ms: 578970\n  end_ms: 582890\n- text: I don't think America know that.\n  start_ms: 582890\n  end_ms: 584590\n- text: I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  start_ms: 584590\n  end_ms: 586600\n- text: More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  start_ms: 586600\n  end_ms: 590130\n- text: You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  start_ms: 590130\n  end_ms: 593730\n- text: Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 593730\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 601950\n- text: Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  start_ms: 601950\n  end_ms: 607240\n- text: Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  start_ms: 607240\n  end_ms: 610100\n- text: Sometimes I be like,\n  start_ms: 610100\n  end_ms: 612000\n- text: Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  start_ms: 612000\n  end_ms: 614530\n- text: I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n  start_ms: 614530\n  end_ms: 620280\n- text: Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  start_ms: 620280\n  end_ms: 622950\n- text: We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n  start_ms: 622950\n  end_ms: 625330\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 625330\n  end_ms: 628010\n- text: I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  start_ms: 628010\n  end_ms: 630820\n- text: It's actually something a good friend\n  start_ms: 630820\n  end_ms: 632990\n- text: 'Had wrote describing my world. It says:'\n  start_ms: 632990\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: '\"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it'\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 644050\n- text: Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  start_ms: 644050\n  end_ms: 647450\n- text: Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  start_ms: 647450\n  end_ms: 651410\n- text: While consuming its environment the\n  start_ms: 651410\n  end_ms: 653750\n- text: Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  start_ms: 653750\n  end_ms: 656700\n- text: One thing it noticed is how much the\n  start_ms: 656700\n  end_ms: 658480\n- text: World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  start_ms: 658480\n  end_ms: 662060\n- text: The butterfly represents the talent,\n  start_ms: 662060\n  end_ms: 664080\n- text: The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 664080\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 671080\n- text: Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  start_ms: 671080\n  end_ms: 673820\n- text: A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  start_ms: 673820\n  end_ms: 676850\n- text: Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  start_ms: 676850\n  end_ms: 679260\n- text: Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  start_ms: 679260\n  end_ms: 683810\n- text: He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  start_ms: 683810\n  end_ms: 686250\n- text: He's trapped\n  start_ms: 686250\n  end_ms: 688150\n- text: When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  start_ms: 688150\n  end_ms: 690830\n- text: Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  start_ms: 690830\n  end_ms: 695380\n- text: The result?\n  start_ms: 695380\n  end_ms: 696840\n- text: Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  start_ms: 696840\n  end_ms: 701690\n- text: Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  start_ms: 701690\n  end_ms: 705720\n- text: The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  start_ms: 705720\n  end_ms: 710840\n- text: Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  start_ms: 710840\n  end_ms: 712780\n- text: Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n  start_ms: 712780\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: What's your perspective on that?\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721530\n- text: Pac? Pac?\n  start_ms: 721530\n  end_ms: 726230\n- text: Pac?!\n  start_ms: 726230\n  end_ms: 726780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 726780\nplain: |-\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let these words be your earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\n  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\n  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\n  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\n  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\n  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\n  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\n  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog\n  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\n  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\n  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\n  But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And with that\n\n  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\n  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\n  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\n  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the\n  First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\n  Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\n  Like who got your best interest?\n  Like how much are you dependent?\n  How clutch are the people that say they love you?\n  And who pretending?\n  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?\n  Do you show forgiveness?\n  What brush do you bend when dusting\n  Your shoulders from being offended?\n  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\n  What kind of bridge did they burn?\n  Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\n  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\n  You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\n  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message\n  That considered the blessing of everyone\n  This your lesson for everyone, say\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\n  Let my word be your Earth and moon\n  You consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me, nigga\n\n  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\n  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\n  That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\n  I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is\n  So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\n  Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\n  See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\n  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow\n  Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\n  Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\n  Pit bulls, put me under stress\n  Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\n  But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\n  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\n  Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\n  Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin\n  Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n  That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\n  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n\n  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\n  Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\n  As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\n  And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga\n\n  \"I remember you was conflicted\n  Misusing your influence\n  Sometimes I did the same\n  Abusing my power, full of resentment\n  Resentment that turned into a deep depression\n  Found myself screaming in the hotel room\n  I didn't wanna self destruct\n  The evils of Lucy was all around me\n  So I went running for answers\n  Until I came home\n  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt\n  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\n  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was\n  But while my loved ones was fighting the\n  Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\n  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\n  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\n  The word was respect\n  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's\n  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\n  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\n  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\n  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga\"\n\n  Shit and that's all I wrote\n  I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,\n  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.\n  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,\n  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,\n  About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.\n  What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?\n\n  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n\n  Right\n\n  That's how I see it, my word is bond.\n  I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,\n  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the\n  Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,\n  They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,\n  Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,\n  You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might\n  Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n\n  Aight so let me ask you this then,\n  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or\n  Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n\n  I see myself as a natural born hustler,\n  A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',\n  I took the opportunities,\n  I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so\n  I could get it to where I owned it.\n  I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that\n  Works my management company.\n  I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years\n  You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.\n  I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions\n  For myself, you know what I'm saying.\n  I made millions for the record companies,\n  I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n\n  And through your different avenues of success,\n  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n\n  And by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\n  \" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,\n  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,\n  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.\n  So it's no problem,\n  You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not\n  Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n\n  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or\n  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n\n  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been\n  Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.\n  And not only me but it goes down my family tree.\n  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n\n  Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,\n  We fighting a war,\n  I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n\n  In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit\n  Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,\n  While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,\n  While you still wanna shoot back.\n  Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of\n  A man, out of a black man in this country.\n  And you don't wanna fight no more.\n  And if you don't believe me you can look around,\n  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas\n\n  That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy\n  You left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil\n  Goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you\n  Think is the future for me and my generation today?\n\n  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next\n  Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.\n  I don't think America know that.\n  I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some\n  More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,\n  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,\n  Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n\n  That's crazy man. In my opinion,\n  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,\n  Lotta people don't understand how important it is.\n  Sometimes I be like,\n  Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy\n  I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n\n  Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',\n  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n\n  Damn\n\n  I wanted to read one last thing to you.\n  It's actually something a good friend\n  Had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\n  \"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\n  Its only job is to eat or consume everything\n  Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\n  While consuming its environment the\n  Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\n  One thing it noticed is how much the\n  World shuns him, but praises the butterfly\n  The butterfly represents the talent,\n  The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\n  But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the\n  Butterfly as weak and figures out\n  A way to pimp it to his own benefits\n  Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar\n  Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\n  He can no longer see past his own thoughts\n  He's trapped\n  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,\n  Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\n  The result?\n  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\n  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that\n  The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\n  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are\n  Completely different, they are one and the same.\"\n\n  What's your perspective on that?\n  Pac? Pac?\n  Pac?!\n"}]