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I guess it's entertainment\n\nI guess this is speculation making a classic king with\nIf I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\nReal people want real music, the jig is up\n\nYour worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\nKDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\nKing Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\nThat's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nThe city hail King Kendrick Lamar\nThe world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\nThis is my life and I look at it like it's my last\nAnd I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\nAnd I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\nAnd I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\nSo you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\nLookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\nThen but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\nWatch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\nSee now we dumpin' out the roof","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.05] Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\n[00:03.95] Me and my niggas\n[00:06.45] 3 eyes to my alumni\n[00:16.45] I wanna hear, turn me up\n[00:20.18] Turn me up a little bit more\n[00:26.12] My nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\n[00:28.62] There we go yeah, turn me up\n[00:33.83] Picture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\n[00:36.68] Paranoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\n[00:39.64] Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n[00:42.60] They hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\n[00:45.72] So retaliation is a must\n[00:47.63] When we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\n[00:52.08] Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n[00:55.37] Me, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n[00:58.45] Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n[01:01.59] C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n[01:04.03] I got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\n[01:07.37] Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\n[01:10.26] Walking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\n[01:13.35] They pussies, I smell something\n[01:15.04] You dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\n[01:16.65] I push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n[01:19.84] Came in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n[01:22.20] Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n[01:24.96] And now we dumping out the roof\n[01:26.97] Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n[01:31.61] Me, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n[01:34.68] Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n[01:37.45] Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\n[01:52.31] Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n[01:55.83] You're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n[01:59.11] Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n[02:02.27] I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n[02:04.99] Smoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\n[02:08.69] And I'm putting fear in you all\n[02:09.59] See your skeletons shaking\n[02:11.12] Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\n[02:14.53] Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n[02:17.48] I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n[02:20.35] If not J.Cole, your shit is trash\n[02:23.34] But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n[02:26.41] This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n[02:29.19] I guess this is speculation making a classic king with\n[02:32.22] If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n[02:35.18] Real people want real music, the jig is up\n[02:38.15] Your worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\n[02:44.22] KDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\n[02:47.51] King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n[02:50.42] That's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n[02:53.79] Stand for something or die in the morning\n[02:56.07] The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n[02:58.85] The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n[03:01.74] This is my life and I look at it like it's my last\n[03:27.01] And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n[03:31.95] And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n[03:34.90] And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n[03:37.68] So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to 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I guess it's entertainment\n\n  I guess this is speculation making a classic king with\n  If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n  Real people want real music, the jig is up\n\n  Your worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\n  KDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\n  King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\n  That's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n  The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\n  This is my life and I look at it like it's my last\n  And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n  And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n  And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n  So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\n  Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\n  Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\n  Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\n  See now we dumpin' out the roof\n"},{"id":37780754,"name":"The Jig Is Up (Dump’n)","trackName":"The Jig Is Up (Dump’n)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"The Jig Is Up (Dump’n)","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\nMe and my niggas\n3 eyes to my alumni\nI wanna hear, turn me up\nTurn me up a little bit more\nMy nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\nThere we go yeah, turn me up\n\nPicture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\nParanoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\nPinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\nThey hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\nSo retaliation is a must\nWhen we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nMe, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\nC4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\nI got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\nDecoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\nWalking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\nThey pussies, I smell something\nYou dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\nI push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\nCame in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\nBecame reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\nAnd now we dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\nMe, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\nNigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\nOr your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\nYou're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\nShould make it easy for me to divide and conquer\nI come from Compton, we ain't have it all\nSmoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\nAnd I'm putting fear in you all\nSee your skeletons shaking\nJump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\nY'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\nI pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\nIf not J.Cole, your shit is trash\nBut at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\nThis is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\nI guess this is speculation making a classic king with\nIf I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\nReal people want real music, the jig is up\n\nYour worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\nKDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\nKing Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\nThat's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nThe city hail King Kendrick Lamar\nThe world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\nThis is my life and I look at it like it's my last\nAnd I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\nAnd I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\nAnd I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\nSo you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\nLookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\nThen but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\nWatch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\nSee now we dumpin' out the roof","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jig Is Up (Dump’n)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: The Jig Is Up (Dump’n)\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\n  Me and my niggas\n  3 eyes to my alumni\n  I wanna hear, turn me up\n  Turn me up a little bit more\n  My nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\n  There we go yeah, turn me up\n\n  Picture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\n  Paranoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\n  Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n  They hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\n  So retaliation is a must\n  When we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n  C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n  I got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\n  Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\n  Walking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\n  They pussies, I smell something\n  You dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\n  I push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n  Came in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\n  Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\n  And now we dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\n  Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\n  Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n  You're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n  Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n  I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n  Smoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\n  And I'm putting fear in you all\n  See your skeletons shaking\n  Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\n  Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n  I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n  If not J.Cole, your shit is trash\n  But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n  This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\n  I guess this is speculation making a classic king with\n  If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n  Real people want real music, the jig is up\n\n  Your worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\n  KDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\n  King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\n  That's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n  The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\n  This is my life and I look at it like it's my last\n  And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n  And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n  And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n  So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\n  Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\n  Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\n  Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\n  See now we dumpin' out the roof\n"},{"id":37599062,"name":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n) Prod. by J.Cole & Canei Finch","trackName":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n) Prod. by J.Cole & Canei Finch","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Praise to the almighty high power\nMe and my niggas (Live forever)\n3 eyes to my alumni\nFeel this\n\nI wanna hear it, turn me up (My niggas on point, game tight)\nTurn me up a little bit more nigga (My niggas on point, game tight)\nMy nigga Cole in this motherfucker. Wassup nigga?\n(My niggas on point, game tight)\nThere we go yeah, turn me up\n\nPicture plenty pussies throwing pellet guns at me\nParanoia make it more than difficult for me to sleep\nPinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\nBut they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop\nSo retaliation is a must, when we bend the block\nMy niggas dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb\nC4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\nI got three whores with me, it smell like Dior and derrière\nDecoys die slow, you can detour to heaven's stairs\nOr walk inside hell's dungeon, I just might derail something\nThey pussies, I smell something\nYou douche on the daily, niggas, you pushin' up daisy\nI push the gas on the Mercedes, nigga\nCame in this game with a Rolie chain, and a dream\nBecame reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\nAnd now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\nNow we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n\nNigga that thought Good Kid gon' flop, or that I might go pop\nOr your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\nY'all too infatuated with the fucking numbers\nWhich make it easy for me to divide and conquer\nI come from Compton, we ain't have it all\nSmokers basing inside the cafeteria hall\nAnd I'm putting fear in you all, see your skeletons shaking\nJump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked\nY'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\nI pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n\nIf not J. Cole, your shit is trash\nBut at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\nThis is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\nI guess this is speculation making a class it came with\nIf I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\nReal people want real music, the jig is up\n\nYour worst fear is confirmed\nWe love that you crashed and burned\n\nThe real is back\nK. Dot it's your turn, take your victory lap\nKing Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\nAs the sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nThe city hail King Kendrick Lamar\nThe world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\nAnd now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\nNow we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n\nThis is my life and I look at it like its my last\nAnd I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\nAnd I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\nAnd I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\nSo you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\nLookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\nThen but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\nWatch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\nSee now we dumpin' out the roof","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.28]Praise to the almighty high power\n[00:04.55]Me and my niggas (Live forever)\n[00:07.14]3 eyes to my alumni\n[00:10.79]Feel this\n[00:15.10]\n[00:18.79]I wanna hear it, turn me up (My niggas on point, game tight)\n[00:22.45]Turn me up a little bit more nigga (My niggas on point, game tight)\n[00:25.84]My nigga Cole in this motherfucker. Wassup nigga?\n[00:28.51](My niggas on point, game tight)\n[00:30.53]There we go yeah, turn me up\n[00:33.76]Picture plenty pussies throwing pellet guns at me\n[00:36.25]Paranoia make it more than difficult for me to sleep\n[00:39.25]Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n[00:42.30]But they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop\n[00:45.26]So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block\n[00:48.40]My niggas dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n[00:51.79]Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n[00:54.76]Uh, me K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n[00:57.98]Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb\n[01:01.37]C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n[01:03.82]I got three whores with me, it smell like Dior and derrière\n[01:07.22]Decoys die slow, you can detour to heaven's stairs\n[01:10.08]Or walk inside hell's dungeon, I just might derail something\n[01:13.06]They pussies, I smell something\n[01:14.84]You douche on the daily, niggas, you pushin' up daisy\n[01:17.36]I push the gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n[01:19.51]Came in this game with a Rolie chain, and a dream\n[01:22.16]Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n[01:25.28]And now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n[01:28.56]Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n[01:31.55]Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n[01:34.53]Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n[01:37.54]Now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n[01:40.50]Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n[01:43.58]Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n[01:46.74]Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n[01:49.49]Nigga that thought Good Kid gon' flop, or that I might go pop\n[01:52.73]Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n[01:56.48]Y'all too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n[01:59.41]Which make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n[02:02.46]I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n[02:05.35]Smokers basing inside the cafeteria hall\n[02:07.96]And I'm putting fear in you all, see your skeletons shaking\n[02:11.32]Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked\n[02:14.55]Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n[02:17.73]I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n[02:20.93]If not J. 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Wassup nigga?\n  (My niggas on point, game tight)\n  There we go yeah, turn me up\n\n  Picture plenty pussies throwing pellet guns at me\n  Paranoia make it more than difficult for me to sleep\n  Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n  But they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop\n  So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block\n  My niggas dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb\n  C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n  I got three whores with me, it smell like Dior and derrière\n  Decoys die slow, you can detour to heaven's stairs\n  Or walk inside hell's dungeon, I just might derail something\n  They pussies, I smell something\n  You douche on the daily, niggas, you pushin' up daisy\n  I push the gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n  Came in this game with a Rolie chain, and a dream\n  Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\n  And now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n  Now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n\n  Nigga that thought Good Kid gon' flop, or that I might go pop\n  Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n  Y'all too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n  Which make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n  I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n  Smokers basing inside the cafeteria hall\n  And I'm putting fear in you all, see your skeletons shaking\n  Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked\n  Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n  I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n\n  If not J. Cole, your shit is trash\n  But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n  This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n  I guess this is speculation making a class it came with\n  If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n  Real people want real music, the jig is up\n\n  Your worst fear is confirmed\n  We love that you crashed and burned\n\n  The real is back\n  K. Dot it's your turn, take your victory lap\n  King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n  As the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n  The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\n  And now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n  Now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n\n  This is my life and I look at it like its my last\n  And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n  And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n  And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n  So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\n  Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\n  Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\n  Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\n  See now we dumpin' out the roof\n"},{"id":15582670,"name":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n) Prod. by J.Cole & Canei Finch","trackName":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n) Prod. by J.Cole & Canei Finch","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":237.672,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Praise to the almighty high power\nMe and my niggas (Live forever)\n3 eyes to my alumni\nFeel this\n\nI wanna hear it, turn me up (My niggas on point, game tight)\nTurn me up a little bit more nigga (My niggas on point, game tight)\nMy nigga Cole in this motherfucker. Wassup nigga?\n(My niggas on point, game tight)\nThere we go yeah, turn me up\n\nPicture plenty pussies throwing pellet guns at me\nParanoia make it more than difficult for me to sleep\nPinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\nBut they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop\nSo retaliation is a must, when we bend the block\nMy niggas dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb\nC4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\nI got three whores with me, it smell like Dior and derrière\nDecoys die slow, you can detour to heaven's stairs\nOr walk inside hell's dungeon, I just might derail something\nThey pussies, I smell something\nYou douche on the daily, niggas, you pushin' up daisy\nI push the gas on the Mercedes, nigga\nCame in this game with a Rolie chain, and a dream\nBecame reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\nAnd now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\nNow we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n\nNigga that thought Good Kid gon' flop, or that I might go pop\nOr your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\nY'all too infatuated with the fucking numbers\nWhich make it easy for me to divide and conquer\nI come from Compton, we ain't have it all\nSmokers basing inside the cafeteria hall\nAnd I'm putting fear in you all, see your skeletons shaking\nJump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked\nY'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\nI pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n\nIf not J. Cole, your shit is trash\nBut at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\nThis is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\nI guess this is speculation making a class it came with\nIf I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\nReal people want real music, the jig is up\n\nYour worst fear is confirmed\nWe love that you crashed and burned\n\nThe real is back\nK. Dot it's your turn, take your victory lap\nKing Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\nAs the sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nThe city hail King Kendrick Lamar\nThe world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\nAnd now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\nNow we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nUh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nUh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n\nThis is my life and I look at it like its my last\nAnd I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\nAnd I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\nAnd I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\nSo you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\nLookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\nThen but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\nWatch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\nSee now we dumpin' out the roof","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.28] Praise to the almighty high power\n[00:04.55] Me and my niggas (Live forever)\n[00:07.14] 3 eyes to my alumni\n[00:10.79] Feel this\n[00:15.10] \n[00:18.79] I wanna hear it, turn me up (My niggas on point, game tight)\n[00:22.45] Turn me up a little bit more nigga (My niggas on point, game tight)\n[00:25.84] My nigga Cole in this motherfucker. Wassup nigga?\n[00:28.51] (My niggas on point, game tight)\n[00:30.53] There we go yeah, turn me up\n[00:33.76] Picture plenty pussies throwing pellet guns at me\n[00:36.25] Paranoia make it more than difficult for me to sleep\n[00:39.25] Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n[00:42.30] But they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop\n[00:45.26] So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block\n[00:48.40] My niggas dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n[00:51.79] Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n[00:54.76] Uh, me K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n[00:57.98] Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb\n[01:01.37] C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n[01:03.82] I got three whores with me, it smell like Dior and derrière\n[01:07.22] Decoys die slow, you can detour to heaven's stairs\n[01:10.08] Or walk inside hell's dungeon, I just might derail something\n[01:13.06] They pussies, I smell something\n[01:14.84] You douche on the daily, niggas, you pushin' up daisy\n[01:17.36] I push the gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n[01:19.51] Came in this game with a Rolie chain, and a dream\n[01:22.16] Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n[01:25.28] And now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n[01:28.56] Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n[01:31.55] Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n[01:34.53] Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n[01:37.54] Now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n[01:40.50] Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n[01:43.58] Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n[01:46.74] Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n[01:49.49] Nigga that thought Good Kid gon' flop, or that I might go pop\n[01:52.73] Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n[01:56.48] Y'all too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n[01:59.41] Which make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n[02:02.46] I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n[02:05.35] Smokers basing inside the cafeteria hall\n[02:07.96] And I'm putting fear in you all, see your skeletons shaking\n[02:11.32] Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked\n[02:14.55] Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n[02:17.73] I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n[02:20.93] If not J. Cole, your shit is trash\n[02:23.64] But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n[02:26.61] This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n[02:29.41] I guess this is speculation making a class it came with\n[02:32.61] If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n[02:35.43] Real people want real music, the jig is up\n[02:39.43] Your worst fear is confirmed\n[02:41.20] We love that you crashed and burned\n[02:43.28] The real is back\n[02:44.37] K. 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Wassup nigga?\n  (My niggas on point, game tight)\n  There we go yeah, turn me up\n\n  Picture plenty pussies throwing pellet guns at me\n  Paranoia make it more than difficult for me to sleep\n  Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n  But they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop\n  So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block\n  My niggas dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb\n  C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n  I got three whores with me, it smell like Dior and derrière\n  Decoys die slow, you can detour to heaven's stairs\n  Or walk inside hell's dungeon, I just might derail something\n  They pussies, I smell something\n  You douche on the daily, niggas, you pushin' up daisy\n  I push the gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n  Came in this game with a Rolie chain, and a dream\n  Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\n  And now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n  Now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n\n  Nigga that thought Good Kid gon' flop, or that I might go pop\n  Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n  Y'all too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n  Which make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n  I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n  Smokers basing inside the cafeteria hall\n  And I'm putting fear in you all, see your skeletons shaking\n  Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked\n  Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n  I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n\n  If not J. Cole, your shit is trash\n  But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n  This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n  I guess this is speculation making a class it came with\n  If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n  Real people want real music, the jig is up\n\n  Your worst fear is confirmed\n  We love that you crashed and burned\n\n  The real is back\n  K. Dot it's your turn, take your victory lap\n  King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n  As the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n  The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\n  And now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n  Now we dumpin' out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew\n\n  This is my life and I look at it like its my last\n  And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n  And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n  And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n  So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\n  Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\n  Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\n  Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\n  See now we dumpin' out the roof\n"},{"id":10740375,"name":"Kendrick Lamar - The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","trackName":"Kendrick Lamar - The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good songs, m.A.A.d demos","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\nMe and my niggas\n3 eyes to my alumni\nI wanna hear, turn me up\nTurn me up a little bit more\nMy nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\nThere we go yeah, turn me up\n\nPicture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\nParanoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\nPinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\nThey hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\nSo retaliation is a must\nWhen we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nMe, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\nC4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\nI got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\nDecoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\nWalking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\nThey pussies, I smell something\nYou dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\nI push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\nCame in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\nBecame reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\nAnd now we dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\nMe, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\nNigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\nOr your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\nYou're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\nShould make it easy for me to divide and conquer\nI come from Compton, we ain't have it all\nSmoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\nAnd I'm putting fear in you all\nSee your skeletons shaking\nJump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\nY'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\nI pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\nIf not J.Cole, your shit is trash\nBut at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\nThis is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\nI guess this is speculation making a classic king with\nIf I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\nReal people want real music, the jig is up\n\nYour worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\nKDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\nKing Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\nThat's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nThe city hail King Kendrick Lamar\nThe world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\nThis is my life and I look at it like it's my last\nAnd I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\nAnd I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\nAnd I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\nSo you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\nLookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\nThen but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\nWatch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\nSee now we dumpin' out the roof","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kendrick Lamar - The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: good songs, m.A.A.d demos\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\n  Me and my niggas\n  3 eyes to my alumni\n  I wanna hear, turn me up\n  Turn me up a little bit more\n  My nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\n  There we go yeah, turn me up\n\n  Picture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\n  Paranoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\n  Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n  They hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\n  So retaliation is a must\n  When we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n  C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n  I got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\n  Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\n  Walking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\n  They pussies, I smell something\n  You dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\n  I push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n  Came in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\n  Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\n  And now we dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\n  Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\n  Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n  You're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n  Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n  I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n  Smoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\n  And I'm putting fear in you all\n  See your skeletons shaking\n  Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\n  Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n  I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n  If not J.Cole, your shit is trash\n  But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n  This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\n  I guess this is speculation making a classic king with\n  If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n  Real people want real music, the jig is up\n\n  Your worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\n  KDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\n  King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\n  That's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n  The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\n  This is my life and I look at it like it's my last\n  And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n  And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n  And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n  So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\n  Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\n  Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\n  Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\n  See now we dumpin' out the roof\n"},{"id":3471553,"name":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","trackName":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Welcome to Compton","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\nMe and my niggas\n3 eyes to my alumni\nI wanna hear, turn me up\nTurn me up a little bit more\nMy nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\nThere we go yeah, turn me up\n\nPicture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\nParanoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\nPinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\nThey hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\nSo retaliation is a must\nWhen we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nMe, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\nC4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\nI got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\nDecoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\nWalking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\nThey pussies, I smell something\nYou dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\nI push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\nCame in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\nBecame reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\nAnd now we dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\nMe, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\nNigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\nOr your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\nYou're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\nShould make it easy for me to divide and conquer\nI come from Compton, we ain't have it all\nSmoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\nAnd I'm putting fear in you all\nSee your skeletons shaking\nJump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\nY'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\nI pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\nIf not J.Cole, your shit is trash\nBut at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\nThis is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\nI guess this is speculation making a classic king with\nIf I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\nReal people want real music, the jig is up\n\nYour worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\nKDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\nKing Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\nThat's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nThe city hail King Kendrick Lamar\nThe world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\nThis is my life and I look at it like it's my last\nAnd I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\nAnd I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\nAnd I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\nSo you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\nLookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\nThen but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\nWatch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\nSee now we dumpin' out the roof","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Welcome to Compton\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\n  Me and my niggas\n  3 eyes to my alumni\n  I wanna hear, turn me up\n  Turn me up a little bit more\n  My nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\n  There we go yeah, turn me up\n\n  Picture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\n  Paranoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\n  Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n  They hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\n  So retaliation is a must\n  When we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n  C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n  I got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\n  Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\n  Walking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\n  They pussies, I smell something\n  You dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\n  I push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n  Came in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\n  Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\n  And now we dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\n  Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\n  Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n  You're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n  Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n  I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n  Smoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\n  And I'm putting fear in you all\n  See your skeletons shaking\n  Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\n  Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n  I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n  If not J.Cole, your shit is trash\n  But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n  This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\n  I guess this is speculation making a classic king with\n  If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n  Real people want real music, the jig is up\n\n  Your worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\n  KDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\n  King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\n  That's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n  The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\n  This is my life and I look at it like it's my last\n  And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n  And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n  And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n  So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\n  Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\n  Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\n  Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\n  See now we dumpin' out the roof\n"},{"id":3471554,"name":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","trackName":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d city (Unreleased)","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\nMe and my niggas\n3 eyes to my alumni\nI wanna hear, turn me up\nTurn me up a little bit more\nMy nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\nThere we go yeah, turn me up\n\nPicture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\nParanoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\nPinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\nThey hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\nSo retaliation is a must\nWhen we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nMe, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\nC4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\nI got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\nDecoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\nWalking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\nThey pussies, I smell something\nYou dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\nI push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\nCame in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\nBecame reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\nAnd now we dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\nMe, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\nNigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\nOr your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\nYou're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\nShould make it easy for me to divide and conquer\nI come from Compton, we ain't have it all\nSmoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\nAnd I'm putting fear in you all\nSee your skeletons shaking\nJump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\nY'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\nI pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\nIf not J.Cole, your shit is trash\nBut at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\nThis is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\nI guess this is speculation making a classic king with\nIf I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\nReal people want real music, the jig is up\n\nYour worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\nKDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\nKing Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\nThat's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nThe city hail King Kendrick Lamar\nThe world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\nThis is my life and I look at it like it's my last\nAnd I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\nAnd I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\nAnd I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\nSo you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\nLookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\nThen but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\nWatch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\nSee now we dumpin' out the roof","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: good kid, m.A.A.d city (Unreleased)\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\n  Me and my niggas\n  3 eyes to my alumni\n  I wanna hear, turn me up\n  Turn me up a little bit more\n  My nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\n  There we go yeah, turn me up\n\n  Picture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\n  Paranoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\n  Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n  They hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\n  So retaliation is a must\n  When we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n  C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n  I got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\n  Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\n  Walking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\n  They pussies, I smell something\n  You dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\n  I push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n  Came in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\n  Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\n  And now we dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\n  Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\n  Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n  You're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n  Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n  I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n  Smoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\n  And I'm putting fear in you all\n  See your skeletons shaking\n  Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\n  Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n  I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n  If not J.Cole, your shit is trash\n  But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n  This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\n  I guess this is speculation making a classic king with\n  If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n  Real people want real music, the jig is up\n\n  Your worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\n  KDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\n  King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\n  That's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n  The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\n  This is my life and I look at it like it's my last\n  And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n  And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n  And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n  So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\n  Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\n  Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\n  Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\n  See now we dumpin' out the roof\n"},{"id":33221588,"name":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","trackName":"The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"HipHopEarly.com","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\nMe and my niggas\n3 eyes to my alumni\nI wanna hear, turn me up\nTurn me up a little bit more\nMy nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\nThere we go yeah, turn me up\n\nPicture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\nParanoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\nPinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\nThey hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\nSo retaliation is a must\nWhen we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\nMe, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\nC4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\nI got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\nDecoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\nWalking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\nThey pussies, I smell something\nYou dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\nI push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\nCame in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\nBecame reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\nAnd now we dumping out the roof\nDrive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\nMe, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\nWalk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\nNigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\nOr your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\nYou're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\nShould make it easy for me to divide and conquer\nI come from Compton, we ain't have it all\nSmoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\nAnd I'm putting fear in you all\nSee your skeletons shaking\nJump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\nY'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\nI pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\nIf not J.Cole, your shit is trash\nBut at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\nThis is where we at? 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I guess it's entertainment\n\nI guess this is speculation making a classic king with\nIf I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\nReal people want real music, the jig is up\n\nYour worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\nKDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\nKing Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\nThat's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nThe city hail King Kendrick Lamar\nThe world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\nThis is my life and I look at it like it's my last\nAnd I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\nAnd I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\nAnd I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\nSo you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\nLookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\nThen but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\nWatch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\nSee now we dumpin' out the roof","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: a_2012_Dec\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower\n  Me and my niggas\n  3 eyes to my alumni\n  I wanna hear, turn me up\n  Turn me up a little bit more\n  My nigga Cole in this motherfucker, sup nigga\n  There we go yeah, turn me up\n\n  Picture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me\n  Paranoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep\n  Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got\n  They hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop\n  So retaliation is a must\n  When we bend the block, my niggas dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n  C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere\n  I got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière\n  Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair\n  Walking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something\n  They pussies, I smell something\n  You dush on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies\n  I push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga\n  Came in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream\n\n  Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream\n\n  And now we dumping out the roof\n  Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too\n\n  Me, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit\n  Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew\n\n  Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop\n  Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop\n  You're too infatuated with the fucking numbers\n  Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer\n  I come from Compton, we ain't have it all\n  Smoke a space inside the cafeteria hall\n  And I'm putting fear in you all\n  See your skeletons shaking\n  Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby unti you naked\n  Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs\n  I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne\n  If not J.Cole, your shit is trash\n  But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh\n  This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment\n\n  I guess this is speculation making a classic king with\n  If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct\n  Real people want real music, the jig is up\n\n  Your worst fear is confirred, we love that you crashed and burn the real is back\n  KDOT it's your turn, take your victory lap\n  King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick\n\n  That's the sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  The city hail King Kendrick Lamar\n  The world hail King Kendrick Lamar\n\n  This is my life and I look at it like it's my last\n  And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past\n  And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast\n  And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke\n  So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab\n  Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them\n  Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut\n  Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what\n  See now we dumpin' out the roof\n"}]