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Kendrick Lamar)","duration":290.29941,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"HiiiPower\nSoX Gang\nI'm wearin' black Pumas with my hair like Kunta\nKendrick Lamar, hahaha\n'Bout eight of 'em in the studio, and they all want me\nFuck you niggas, bruh\nSkeem, what up?\n\nIf I come off as unconcerned, please forgive me\nI ain't even poured the syrup yet, I'm on this Remy\nIf my phone goin' straight to voicemail, bitch, I'm busy\nI ain't got the time to talk, e'ry tick, I'm reppin' my city\nTen bottles at a time, this here's the life\nAnd how I'm livin' might be wrong, but\nIn this world, what the fuck is right?\nIt's just one rapper, two cups, three bitches blowin' me\nHeard it's twenty niggas in the VIP, then bitch, you know it's me\nI'm here for niggas gone and doin' bids\nGettin' tired of hearin' rappers just rappin' the shit I live\nAll that I got is my all, that's exactly what I give\nAnd I need my toilet paper e'ry time I do my shit\nGuess I should switch, 'cause I'm gettin' paid\nInstead of worryin' 'bout how I get money, just do the same\nThe bright lights and people screamin' my name\nFuck the money and the fame, bitch, that's the reason I came\n\nI remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\nI remember, I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\nI remember, oh my, how the times change\nNothin's the same, but I still remember why I came\nOh my, how the times change, gettin' change\nNow e'rybody knows the name\nOh my, how the times change, nothin's the same\nStill I remember why I came\nOh my, how the times change, gettin' change\nNow everybody knows my name\n\nDrivin' on a freeway full of darkness\nIt's just me, and plus my heart is cold as any project carpet\nYou be coughin' up commode and full of shit\nSee, I was told that only real niggas can harvest\nAny future pot of gold, and look at you\nI know you're starvin', see, it's burnin' in your soul\nAnd you look for me to console your emotions\nI'm on the road, and I'm jokin' with all my niggas\nWe laughin' at you, the feelin' of victory is addictin'\nI hope they catch you whenever you fall from the pedestal you was on\nAnd don't get me wrong, you was in the zone of a lifetime\nBut the place you belong is the bottom, that's why I got 'em\nA bullet for every ego, a tuxedo and some C-notes\nA combination that we know, ugh, tightrope\nAnd I notice they walk a thin line\nFrom havin' the disabilities of deaf, dumb, and blind\nEvery time I recline, then remind myself\nI will never dine with pussy, 'less it was on my dick, pussy\n\nI remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\nI remember, I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\nI remember, oh my, how the times change\nNothin's the same, but I still remember why I came\nOh my, how the times change, gettin' change\nNow e'rybody knows the name\nOh my, how the times change, nothin's the same\nStill I remember why I came\nOh my, how the times change, gettin' change\nNow everybody knows my name\n\nStarin' out a Benz window, thinkin' 'bout sayin', \"Fuck it\"\nI make it and spend it all, middle finger for a budget\nGot your rent off in my pocket, it's spent on a piece of luggage\nGot a lot of bad habits with money, some shit I'm stuck with\nNothin' but dollars in my discussion\nShow my ass out in public 'cause motherfuckers love it\nI hear it, niggas out here plottin' on the come-up\nI hold this gun up, dare one of these coward niggas run up\nMy nigga dead, so for him, I'm lightin' my blunt up\nI was a hustler 'fore this rap, bitch\nI'm gettin' it sun down to sun up\nI know it's niggas hatin', prayin' I never make it\nBut jealous pussy, I'm here and I'm never leavin', just face it\n'Fore one of these niggas take me out this motherfuckin' game\nPromise I'll do my motherfuckin' thang\nDo what the fuck I want, motherfuck a lame\nI just keep it one hunnid, fuck breakin' down for some change\nNigga, I just stay the same\n\nI remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\nI remember, I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\nI remember, oh my, how the times change\nNothin's the same, but I still remember why I came\nOh my, how the times change, gettin' change\nNow e'rybody knows the name\nOh my, how the times change, nothin's the same\nStill I remember why I came\nOh my, how the times change, gettin' change\nNow everybody knows my name","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Remember (feat. Kendrick Lamar)\n  artist: Skeme, Kendrick Lamar\n  album: I Remember (feat. Kendrick Lamar)\n  duration_ms: 290299\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  HiiiPower\n  SoX Gang\n  I'm wearin' black Pumas with my hair like Kunta\n  Kendrick Lamar, hahaha\n  'Bout eight of 'em in the studio, and they all want me\n  Fuck you niggas, bruh\n  Skeem, what up?\n\n  If I come off as unconcerned, please forgive me\n  I ain't even poured the syrup yet, I'm on this Remy\n  If my phone goin' straight to voicemail, bitch, I'm busy\n  I ain't got the time to talk, e'ry tick, I'm reppin' my city\n  Ten bottles at a time, this here's the life\n  And how I'm livin' might be wrong, but\n  In this world, what the fuck is right?\n  It's just one rapper, two cups, three bitches blowin' me\n  Heard it's twenty niggas in the VIP, then bitch, you know it's me\n  I'm here for niggas gone and doin' bids\n  Gettin' tired of hearin' rappers just rappin' the shit I live\n  All that I got is my all, that's exactly what I give\n  And I need my toilet paper e'ry time I do my shit\n  Guess I should switch, 'cause I'm gettin' paid\n  Instead of worryin' 'bout how I get money, just do the same\n  The bright lights and people screamin' my name\n  Fuck the money and the fame, bitch, that's the reason I came\n\n  I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\n  I remember, I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\n  I remember, oh my, how the times change\n  Nothin's the same, but I still remember why I came\n  Oh my, how the times change, gettin' change\n  Now e'rybody knows the name\n  Oh my, how the times change, nothin's the same\n  Still I remember why I came\n  Oh my, how the times change, gettin' change\n  Now everybody knows my name\n\n  Drivin' on a freeway full of darkness\n  It's just me, and plus my heart is cold as any project carpet\n  You be coughin' up commode and full of shit\n  See, I was told that only real niggas can harvest\n  Any future pot of gold, and look at you\n  I know you're starvin', see, it's burnin' in your soul\n  And you look for me to console your emotions\n  I'm on the road, and I'm jokin' with all my niggas\n  We laughin' at you, the feelin' of victory is addictin'\n  I hope they catch you whenever you fall from the pedestal you was on\n  And don't get me wrong, you was in the zone of a lifetime\n  But the place you belong is the bottom, that's why I got 'em\n  A bullet for every ego, a tuxedo and some C-notes\n  A combination that we know, ugh, tightrope\n  And I notice they walk a thin line\n  From havin' the disabilities of deaf, dumb, and blind\n  Every time I recline, then remind myself\n  I will never dine with pussy, 'less it was on my dick, pussy\n\n  I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\n  I remember, I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\n  I remember, oh my, how the times change\n  Nothin's the same, but I still remember why I came\n  Oh my, how the times change, gettin' change\n  Now e'rybody knows the name\n  Oh my, how the times change, nothin's the same\n  Still I remember why I came\n  Oh my, how the times change, gettin' change\n  Now everybody knows my name\n\n  Starin' out a Benz window, thinkin' 'bout sayin', \"Fuck it\"\n  I make it and spend it all, middle finger for a budget\n  Got your rent off in my pocket, it's spent on a piece of luggage\n  Got a lot of bad habits with money, some shit I'm stuck with\n  Nothin' but dollars in my discussion\n  Show my ass out in public 'cause motherfuckers love it\n  I hear it, niggas out here plottin' on the come-up\n  I hold this gun up, dare one of these coward niggas run up\n  My nigga dead, so for him, I'm lightin' my blunt up\n  I was a hustler 'fore this rap, bitch\n  I'm gettin' it sun down to sun up\n  I know it's niggas hatin', prayin' I never make it\n  But jealous pussy, I'm here and I'm never leavin', just face it\n  'Fore one of these niggas take me out this motherfuckin' game\n  Promise I'll do my motherfuckin' thang\n  Do what the fuck I want, motherfuck a lame\n  I just keep it one hunnid, fuck breakin' down for some change\n  Nigga, I just stay the same\n\n  I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\n  I remember, I remember why I wouldn't fuck with none of these niggas\n  I remember, oh my, how the times change\n  Nothin's the same, but I still remember why I came\n  Oh my, how the times change, gettin' change\n  Now e'rybody knows the name\n  Oh my, how the times change, nothin's the same\n  Still I remember why I came\n  Oh my, how the times change, gettin' change\n  Now everybody knows my name\n"},{"id":17110973,"name":"Kendrick Lamar - Mother I Sober ft. Beth Gibbons of Portishead (Official Audio)","trackName":"Kendrick Lamar - Mother I Sober ft. Beth Gibbons of Portishead (Official Audio)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar Videos","duration":407.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standin' on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\nI still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStarin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\nI started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\nI need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\nNo dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\nWhitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAskin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\nBroke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\nI said \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\nPure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\nGave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\nI asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\nI never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\nTold me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\nThough it never happened, she wouldn't agree\nNow I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\nAmplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\nI was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\nNothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\nI made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\nBut Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\nAll those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\nI pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\nA conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\nThe devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\nThey raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\nThen they made us watch, then made us rape each other\nPsychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\nStill livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\nEvery other brother has been compromised\nI know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\nI see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\nSo listen close before you start to pass judgment on how he move\nLearn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\nHis anger grows deep in misogyny this is post-traumatic\nBlack families and a sodomy, today is still active\nSo I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\nSo I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\nSo I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\nI hope Hykeem made you proud 'cause you ain't die in vain\nSo I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\nSo I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\nSo I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\nAs I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nYou did it, I'm proud of you\nYou broke a generational curse\nSay \"Thank you, dad\"\nThank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\nMr. Morale\n\nBefore I go in fast asleep, love me for me\nI bare my soul and now we're free","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.55] I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n[00:17.36] One man standin' on two words, heal everybody\n[00:20.68] Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n[00:24.17] Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n[00:27.56] Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n[00:31.07] Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n[00:34.47] Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n[00:37.62] I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n[00:41.01] I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n[00:44.65] In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n[00:48.04] Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n[00:51.28] I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n[00:54.75] My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n[00:58.39] Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n[01:01.72] Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n[01:05.28] Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n[01:08.33] I wish I was somebody\n[01:13.68] Anybody but myself\n[01:21.95] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[01:27.43] Anybody but myself\n[01:36.17] I remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\n[01:39.67] Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n[01:42.95] Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n[01:46.36] Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n[01:49.76] Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n[01:53.15] I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n[01:56.46] Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n[01:59.92] He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n[02:03.39] Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n[02:06.93] Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n[02:10.35] Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n[02:13.74] \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n[02:17.28] Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n[02:20.64] Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n[02:23.92] 'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n[02:27.44] Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n[02:30.60] I wish I was somebody\n[02:35.98] Anybody but myself\n[02:44.07] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[02:49.72] Anybody but myself\n[02:58.03] I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n[03:01.72] I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n[03:05.11] I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n[03:08.79] No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n[03:11.91] Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n[03:15.63] Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n[03:18.97] Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n[03:22.35] Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.82] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:29.12] I said \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.78] Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n[03:35.89] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.40] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.93] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.36] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.76] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.19] Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.72] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.18] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.58] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.86] I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n[04:10.23] But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.93] All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.14] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.67] A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n[04:24.05] The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n[04:27.39] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.23] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.36] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.70] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.07] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.38] I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.81] So listen close before you start to pass judgment on how he move\n[04:51.27] Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.60] His anger grows deep in misogyny this is post-traumatic\n[04:58.35] Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.75] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.25] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.68] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.07] I hope Hykeem made you proud 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.45] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:18.87] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.37] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.88] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.03] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.23] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.58] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.06] Anybody but myself\n[05:56.92] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.37] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.42] Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n[06:08.36] Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\n[06:20.50] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.37] Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n[06:36.23] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:45.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kendrick Lamar - Mother I Sober ft. 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n  I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n  I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n  No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n  Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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beat, because our life's an instrumental\n\n  This is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it\n\n  You'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it\n\n  And everything on TV just a figment of imagination\n\n  I don't want no plastic nation, +dread+ that like a Haitian\n\n  While you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship\n\n  Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n\n  I mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\n  If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\n  Sorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\n  They wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\n  And she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\n  Them demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\n  Dear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\n  He probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\n  to kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\n  Doing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\n  Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\n  Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\n  Who said a black man in the Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  So get up off that slave ship\n\n  Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n  I mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  + (Kendrick Lamar)\n  Every day we fight the system\n  just to make our way, we been down for too long\n\n  But that's alright, we was built to be strong\n  cause it's our life, na-na-nah\n  Every day we fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  (Never liked the system)\n  We been down for too long\n  But that's alright, na-na-nah\n\n  Who said a black man in Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  Last time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey\n  on the freeway to Africa till I wreck my Audi\n  And I want everybody to view my autopsy\n  So you can see exactly where the government had shot me\n  No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable\n  They play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane\n  The reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain\n  loaded that clip and then said 'Bang!', the drama it bring\n  is crazy, product of the late 80s\n  Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy\n  Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off\n  Cause a riot, throw a Molotov\n  Somebody told me them pirates had got 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happy\n\nSorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\nThey wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\nAnd she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\nThem demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\nDear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\nHe probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\nFrightening, so fucking frightening\nEnough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\nto kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\nDoing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\nCause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\nTrying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\nWho said a black man in the Illuminati?\nLast time I checked that was the biggest racist party\nSo get up off that slave ship\n\nBuild your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n\nNigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\nI mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow 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Newton going stupid\n\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\n  If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\n  Sorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\n  They wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\n  And she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\n  Them demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\n  Dear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\n  He probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\n  to kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\n  Doing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\n  Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\n  Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\n  Who said a black man in the Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  So get up off that slave ship\n\n  Build your own pyramids, 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beat, because our life's an instrumental\n\n  This is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it\n\n  You'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it\n\n  And everything on TV just a figment of imagination\n\n  I don't want no plastic nation, +dread+ that like a Haitian\n\n  While you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship\n\n  Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n\n  I mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\n  If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\n  Sorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\n  They wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\n  And she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\n  Them demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\n  Dear Lord come save me, the 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na-na-nah\n  Every day we fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  (Never liked the system)\n  We been down for too long\n  But that's alright, na-na-nah\n\n  Who said a black man in Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  Last time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey\n  on the freeway to Africa till I wreck my Audi\n  And I want everybody to view my autopsy\n  So you can see exactly where the government had shot me\n  No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable\n  They play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane\n  The reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain\n  loaded that clip and then said 'Bang!', the drama it bring\n  is crazy, product of the late 80s\n  Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy\n  Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off\n  Cause a riot, throw a Molotov\n  Somebody told me them pirates had got lost\n  cause we been off them slave ships\n  Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Yeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n  I mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Thug life\n  Thug LIFE!\n"},{"id":3892976,"name":"I Am (Interlude)","trackName":"I Am (Interlude)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":80.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody put three fingers in the air\nThe sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nSection 80, HiiiPoWeR\n\nVisions of Martin Luther staring at me\nMalcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me\nI'm falling victim to a revolutionary song\nThe Serengeti's clone\nBack to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone\nYou slipped your disc when I slid you my disc\nYou wanted to diss, but jumped on my dick\nGrown men never should bite their tongue\nUnless you eating pussy that smell like it's a stale plum\nI got my finger on the motherfucking pistol\nAiming it at a pig, Charlotte's Web is gonna miss you\nMy issue isn't televised, and you ain't gotta tell the wise\n\nHow to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental\n\nThis is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it\n\nYou'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it\n\nAnd everything on TV just a figment of imagination\n\nI don't want no plastic nation, +dread+ that like a Haitian\n\nWhile you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship\n\nBuilding pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\nNigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n\nI mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\nVisions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\nIf I see it how he seen it, that would make 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(trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Uuh! - I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan,\nFigured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune. (make a fortune!)\nThank God for these rap recordings!\nI can ball like him on every verse and .\n501's, Louis letterman jacket,\nLittle brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes.\nYou know that Compton ghetto shit; - that every section eight;\nTenant is familiar with. - Ooh, weeee!\nThey say he somethin' like the 70's, - but I'm from '87 (all right!)\nWith a thousand dimes! (all right!) - You got 80 sevens. (bitch!)\nGourmet sneakers! ('EY!) - Hair nappy\nFuckin' all my high school teachers that was '05, bro!\nAnd I don't like 'em if the ass thin!\nAnd I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend!\nThe fuck I look like?\nA billion bucks, - and that's why...\nThe homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\nShe lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\nHatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\nShe say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it,\nHo! - Uuh! - So give me fifty feet champ,\nRun until I got a bunion and my feet cramp.\nI'm in the hot spot. - I know they seats damp,\nAnd I don't need your co-sign, that's a cheap stamp!\nYou-you-you, you niggas check this cash an'\nI'm GT crashin', 105 off rap.\n'Eey! - The little nigga got it going on,\nG-5, - goin', goin', goin', gone!\nCloud-9 mind state,\nI drop a record, - then I raise the crime rate.\nKillin' this shit! - Where's your funeral tie?\nA-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck! - Skip to \"Y\"! (skip to \"Y\"!)\nThe homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\nShe lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\nHatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\nShe say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it! (don't trust it!)\nOowww! - First off I'm a rider, bitch.\nPut them 26's on a Silverado, bitccchhh!\nI keep my bitch with a finer bitccchhh!\nSnap my fingers, she'll go find a bitccchhh!\nTell 'em fuck-boys that I do this,\nGot the best product round town, Frank Lucas.\nConfuse 'em like a Rubix - cube when I roll up;\nO-kay! - Subway - bread like some cold cuts;\nAnd I drop cold cuts, - bitches go crazy!\nWild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti.\nFuck you, pay me! - Paper over pussy, nigga!\nWhen I drop, - you ain't gettin' paper nor pussy, niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!\nBitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] The homies say I'm the truest\n[00:04.40] The bitches think I'm the cutest\n[00:07.63] The definition what cool is\n[00:10.10] Boy, I thought you knew this\n[00:12.12] Bitch I do this!\n[00:13.83] Uh, I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan\n[00:16.64] Figured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune\n[00:20.24] Thank God for these rap recordings\n[00:23.61] I can ball like him on every verse and chorus\n[00:26.56] 501s, Louis letterman jacket\n[00:28.78] Little brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes\n[00:32.57] You know that Compton ghetto shit\n[00:34.79] That every section 8 tenant is familiar with\n[00:37.88] Ooh wee, they say he something like the 70s\n[00:40.75] But I'm from '87, with a thousand dimes\n[00:44.28] You got 80 sevens\n[00:46.64] Gourmet sneakers, hair nappy\n[00:49.02] Fucking all my high school teachers\n[00:51.02] That was '05 bro\n[00:52.98] And I don't like 'em if the ass thin\n[00:55.97] And I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend\n[01:00.04] The fuck I look like?\n[01:02.86] A million bucks, and that's why\n[01:06.05] The homies say I'm the truest\n[01:09.94] The bitches think I'm the cutest\n[01:13.00] The definition what cool is\n[01:15.47] Boy, I thought you knew this\n[01:17.42] Bitch I do this!\n[01:19.37] Bitch I do this!\n[01:22.63] Bitch I do this!\n[01:25.78] The definition what cool is\n[01:28.31] Boy, I thought you knew this\n[01:29.74] Bitch I do this\n[01:31.52] She looking at the car like she wanna fuck it\n[01:34.51] She looking at the wrist like she wanna fuck it\n[01:38.06] Hating on her girlfriend just so I can fuck it\n[01:41.16] She say she on birth control, no I don't trust it (Ho)\n[01:44.55] Uh, So give me fifty feet champ\n[01:48.01] Run until I got a bunion and my feet cramp\n[01:50.57] I'm in the hot spot, I know they seats damp\n[01:54.12] And I don't need your cosign, that's a cheap stamp\n[01:57.99] You-you niggas check this cash and I'm GT crashing\n[02:01.53] 105 off rap, hey\n[02:04.22] And little nigga got it going on, G5\n[02:07.77] Going, going, going, gone\n[02:11.29] Cloud 9 mind state\n[02:13.70] I drop a record then I raise the crime rate\n[02:16.62] Killing this shit, where's your funeral tie\n[02:20.82] A-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck skip to Y\n[02:24.02] The homies say I'm the truest\n[02:27.50] The bitches think I'm the cutest\n[02:30.79] The definition what cool is\n[02:32.97] Boy, I thought you knew this\n[02:34.36] Bitch I do this!\n[02:37.44] Bitch I do this!\n[02:40.51] Bitch I do this!\n[02:43.47] The definition what cool is\n[02:46.31] Boy, I thought you knew this\n[02:47.32] Bitch I do this\n[02:49.94] She looking at the car like she wanna fuck it\n[02:52.64] She looking at the wrist like she wanna fuck it\n[02:56.21] Hating on her girlfriend just so I can fuck it\n[02:59.05] She say she on birth control, no I don't trust it\n[03:03.18] First off I'm a rider, bitch\n[03:05.93] Put them 26's on a Silverado, bitch\n[03:09.76] I keep my bitch with a finer bitch\n[03:12.65] Snap my fingers, she'll go find a bitch\n[03:15.69] Tell them fuck boys that I do this\n[03:18.12] Got the best product round town, Frank Lucas\n[03:20.96] Confuse 'em like a Rubix cube when I roll up\n[03:24.07] Ok, Subway bread like some cold cuts\n[03:28.55] And I drop cold cuts, bitches go crazy\n[03:30.96] Wild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti\n[03:34.30] Fuck you, pay me. 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(make a fortune!)\n  Thank God for these rap recordings!\n  I can ball like him on every verse and .\n  501's, Louis letterman jacket,\n  Little brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes.\n  You know that Compton ghetto shit; - that every section eight;\n  Tenant is familiar with. - Ooh, weeee!\n  They say he somethin' like the 70's, - but I'm from '87 (all right!)\n  With a thousand dimes! (all right!) - You got 80 sevens. (bitch!)\n  Gourmet sneakers! ('EY!) - Hair nappy\n  Fuckin' all my high school teachers that was '05, bro!\n  And I don't like 'em if the ass thin!\n  And I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend!\n  The fuck I look like?\n  A billion bucks, - and that's why...\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\n  She lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\n  Hatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\n  She say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it,\n  Ho! - Uuh! - So give me fifty feet champ,\n  Run until I got a bunion and my feet cramp.\n  I'm in the hot spot. - I know they seats damp,\n  And I don't need your co-sign, that's a cheap stamp!\n  You-you-you, you niggas check this cash an'\n  I'm GT crashin', 105 off rap.\n  'Eey! - The little nigga got it going on,\n  G-5, - goin', goin', goin', gone!\n  Cloud-9 mind state,\n  I drop a record, - then I raise the crime rate.\n  Killin' this shit! - Where's your funeral tie?\n  A-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck! - Skip to \"Y\"! (skip to \"Y\"!)\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\n  She lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\n  Hatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\n  She say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it! (don't trust it!)\n  Oowww! - First off I'm a rider, bitch.\n  Put them 26's on a Silverado, bitccchhh!\n  I keep my bitch with a finer bitccchhh!\n  Snap my fingers, she'll go find a bitccchhh!\n  Tell 'em fuck-boys that I do this,\n  Got the best product round town, Frank Lucas.\n  Confuse 'em like a Rubix - cube when I roll up;\n  O-kay! - Subway - bread like some cold cuts;\n  And I drop cold cuts, - bitches go crazy!\n  Wild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti.\n  Fuck you, pay me! - Paper over pussy, nigga!\n  When I drop, - you ain't gettin' paper nor pussy, niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!\n  Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis!\n"},{"id":25152834,"name":"I Am (interlude)","trackName":"I Am (interlude)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":75.546063,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody put three fingers in the air\nThe sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nSection 80, HiiiPoWeR\n\nVisions of Martin Luther staring at me\nMalcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me\nI'm falling victim to a revolutionary song\nThe Serengeti's clone\nBack to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone\nYou slipped your disc when I slid you my disc\nYou wanted to diss, but jumped on my dick\nGrown men never should bite their tongue\nUnless you eating pussy that smell like it's a stale plum\nI got my finger on the motherfucking pistol\nAiming it at a pig, Charlotte's Web is gonna miss you\nMy issue isn't televised, and you ain't gotta tell the wise\n\nHow to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental\n\nThis is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it\n\nYou'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it\n\nAnd everything on TV just a figment of imagination\n\nI don't want no plastic nation, +dread+ that like a Haitian\n\nWhile you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship\n\nBuilding pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\nNigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n\nI mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\nVisions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\nIf I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\nSorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\nThey wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\nAnd she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\nThem demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\nDear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\nHe probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\nFrightening, so fucking frightening\nEnough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\nTo kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\nDoing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\nCause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\nTrying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\nWho said a black man in the Illuminati?\nLast time I checked that was the biggest racist party\nSo get up off that slave ship\n\nBuild your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n\nNigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\nI mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n+ (Kendrick Lamar)\nEvery day we fight the system\nJust to make our way, we been down for too long\n\nBut that's alright, we was built to be strong\nCause it's our life, na-na-nah\nEvery day we fight the system\nWe fight the system\nWe fight the system\n(Never liked the system)\nWe been down for too long\nBut that's alright, na-na-nah\n\nWho said a black man in Illuminati?\nLast time I checked that was the biggest racist party\nLast time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey\nOn the freeway to Africa till I wreck my Audi\nAnd I want everybody to view my autopsy\nSo you can see exactly where the government had shot me\nNo conspiracy, my fate is inevitable\nThey play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal\nFrightening, so fucking frightening\nEnough to drive a man insane, a woman insane\nThe reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain\nLoaded that clip and then said 'Bang!', the drama it bring\nIs crazy, product of the late 80s\nTrying to stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy\nPull your guns and play me, let's set it off\nCause a riot, throw a Molotov\nSomebody told me them pirates had got lost\nCause we been off them slave ships\nGot our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\nYeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\nI mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\nThug life\nThug LIFE!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Am (interlude)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 75546\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody put three fingers in the air\n  The sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  Section 80, HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n  Malcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me\n  I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song\n  The Serengeti's clone\n  Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone\n  You slipped your disc when I slid you my disc\n  You wanted to diss, but jumped on my dick\n  Grown men never should bite their tongue\n  Unless you eating pussy that smell like it's a stale plum\n  I got my finger on the motherfucking pistol\n  Aiming it at a pig, Charlotte's Web is gonna miss you\n  My issue isn't televised, and you ain't gotta tell the wise\n\n  How to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental\n\n  This is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it\n\n  You'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it\n\n  And everything on TV just a figment of imagination\n\n  I don't want no plastic nation, +dread+ that like a Haitian\n\n  While you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship\n\n  Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n\n  I mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\n  If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\n  Sorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\n  They wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\n  And she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\n  Them demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\n  Dear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\n  He probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\n  To kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\n  Doing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\n  Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\n  Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\n  Who said a black man in the Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  So get up off that slave ship\n\n  Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n  I mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  + (Kendrick Lamar)\n  Every day we fight the system\n  Just to make our way, we been down for too long\n\n  But that's alright, we was built to be strong\n  Cause it's our life, na-na-nah\n  Every day we fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  (Never liked the system)\n  We been down for too long\n  But that's alright, na-na-nah\n\n  Who said a black man in Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  Last time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey\n  On the freeway to Africa till I wreck my Audi\n  And I want everybody to view my autopsy\n  So you can see exactly where the government had shot me\n  No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable\n  They play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane\n  The reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain\n  Loaded that clip and then said 'Bang!', the drama it bring\n  Is crazy, product of the late 80s\n  Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy\n  Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off\n  Cause a riot, throw a Molotov\n  Somebody told me them pirates had got lost\n  Cause we been off them slave ships\n  Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Yeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n  I mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Thug life\n  Thug LIFE!\n"},{"id":23556504,"name":"I Do This","trackName":"I Do This","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":245.208,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Uuh! - I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan,\nFigured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune. (make a fortune!)\nThank God for these rap recordings!\nI can ball like him on every verse and .\n501's, Louis letterman jacket,\nLittle brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes.\nYou know that Compton ghetto shit; - that every section eight;\nTenant is familiar with. - Ooh, weeee!\nThey say he somethin' like the 70's, - but I'm from '87 (all right!)\nWith a thousand dimes! (all right!) - You got 80 sevens. (bitch!)\nGourmet sneakers! ('EY!) - Hair nappy\nFuckin' all my high school teachers that was '05, bro!\nAnd I don't like 'em if the ass thin!\nAnd I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend!\nThe fuck I look like?\nA billion bucks, - and that's why...\nThe homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\nShe lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\nHatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\nShe say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it,\nHo! - Uuh! - So give me fifty feet champ,\nRun until I got a bunion and my feet cramp.\nI'm in the hot spot. - I know they seats damp,\nAnd I don't need your co-sign, that's a cheap stamp!\nYou-you-you, you niggas check this cash an'\nI'm GT crashin', 105 off rap.\n'Eey! - The little nigga got it going on,\nG-5, - goin', goin', goin', gone!\nCloud-9 mind state,\nI drop a record, - then I raise the crime rate.\nKillin' this shit! - Where's your funeral tie?\nA-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck! - Skip to \"Y\"! (skip to \"Y\"!)\nThe homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\nShe lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\nHatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\nShe say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it! (don't trust it!)\nOowww! - First off I'm a rider, bitch.\nPut them 26's on a Silverado, bitccchhh!\nI keep my bitch with a finer bitccchhh!\nSnap my fingers, she'll go find a bitccchhh!\nTell 'em fuck-boys that I do this,\nGot the best product round town, Frank Lucas.\nConfuse 'em like a Rubix - cube when I roll up;\nO-kay! - Subway - bread like some cold cuts;\nAnd I drop cold cuts, - bitches go crazy!\nWild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti.\nFuck you, pay me! - Paper over pussy, nigga!\nWhen I drop, - you ain't gettin' paper nor pussy, niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!\nBitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Do This\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 245208\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Uuh! - I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan,\n  Figured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune. (make a fortune!)\n  Thank God for these rap recordings!\n  I can ball like him on every verse and .\n  501's, Louis letterman jacket,\n  Little brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes.\n  You know that Compton ghetto shit; - that every section eight;\n  Tenant is familiar with. - Ooh, weeee!\n  They say he somethin' like the 70's, - but I'm from '87 (all right!)\n  With a thousand dimes! (all right!) - You got 80 sevens. (bitch!)\n  Gourmet sneakers! ('EY!) - Hair nappy\n  Fuckin' all my high school teachers that was '05, bro!\n  And I don't like 'em if the ass thin!\n  And I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend!\n  The fuck I look like?\n  A billion bucks, - and that's why...\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\n  She lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\n  Hatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\n  She say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it,\n  Ho! - Uuh! - So give me fifty feet champ,\n  Run until I got a bunion and my feet cramp.\n  I'm in the hot spot. - I know they seats damp,\n  And I don't need your co-sign, that's a cheap stamp!\n  You-you-you, you niggas check this cash an'\n  I'm GT crashin', 105 off rap.\n  'Eey! - The little nigga got it going on,\n  G-5, - goin', goin', goin', gone!\n  Cloud-9 mind state,\n  I drop a record, - then I raise the crime rate.\n  Killin' this shit! - Where's your funeral tie?\n  A-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck! - Skip to \"Y\"! (skip to \"Y\"!)\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\n  She lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\n  Hatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\n  She say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it! (don't trust it!)\n  Oowww! - First off I'm a rider, bitch.\n  Put them 26's on a Silverado, bitccchhh!\n  I keep my bitch with a finer bitccchhh!\n  Snap my fingers, she'll go find a bitccchhh!\n  Tell 'em fuck-boys that I do this,\n  Got the best product round town, Frank Lucas.\n  Confuse 'em like a Rubix - cube when I roll up;\n  O-kay! - Subway - bread like some cold cuts;\n  And I drop cold cuts, - bitches go crazy!\n  Wild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti.\n  Fuck you, pay me! - Paper over pussy, nigga!\n  When I drop, - you ain't gettin' paper nor pussy, niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!\n  Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis!\n"},{"id":24803832,"name":"I Do This","trackName":"I Do This","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":237.055437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Uuh! - I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan,\nFigured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune. (make a fortune!)\nThank God for these rap recordings!\nI can ball like him on every verse and .\n501's, Louis letterman jacket,\nLittle brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes.\nYou know that Compton ghetto shit; - that every section eight;\nTenant is familiar with. - Ooh, weeee!\nThey say he somethin' like the 70's, - but I'm from '87 (all right!)\nWith a thousand dimes! (all right!) - You got 80 sevens. (bitch!)\nGourmet sneakers! ('EY!) - Hair nappy\nFuckin' all my high school teachers that was '05, bro!\nAnd I don't like 'em if the ass thin!\nAnd I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend!\nThe fuck I look like?\nA billion bucks, - and that's why...\nThe homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\nShe lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\nHatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\nShe say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it,\nHo! - Uuh! - So give me fifty feet champ,\nRun until I got a bunion and my feet cramp.\nI'm in the hot spot. - I know they seats damp,\nAnd I don't need your co-sign, that's a cheap stamp!\nYou-you-you, you niggas check this cash an'\nI'm GT crashin', 105 off rap.\n'Eey! - The little nigga got it going on,\nG-5, - goin', goin', goin', gone!\nCloud-9 mind state,\nI drop a record, - then I raise the crime rate.\nKillin' this shit! - Where's your funeral tie?\nA-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck! - Skip to \"Y\"! (skip to \"Y\"!)\nThe homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\nShe lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\nHatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\nShe say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it! (don't trust it!)\nOowww! - First off I'm a rider, bitch.\nPut them 26's on a Silverado, bitccchhh!\nI keep my bitch with a finer bitccchhh!\nSnap my fingers, she'll go find a bitccchhh!\nTell 'em fuck-boys that I do this,\nGot the best product round town, Frank Lucas.\nConfuse 'em like a Rubix - cube when I roll up;\nO-kay! - Subway - bread like some cold cuts;\nAnd I drop cold cuts, - bitches go crazy!\nWild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti.\nFuck you, pay me! - Paper over pussy, nigga!\nWhen I drop, - you ain't gettin' paper nor pussy, niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!\nBitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Do This\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 237055\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Uuh! - I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan,\n  Figured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune. (make a fortune!)\n  Thank God for these rap recordings!\n  I can ball like him on every verse and .\n  501's, Louis letterman jacket,\n  Little brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes.\n  You know that Compton ghetto shit; - that every section eight;\n  Tenant is familiar with. - Ooh, weeee!\n  They say he somethin' like the 70's, - but I'm from '87 (all right!)\n  With a thousand dimes! (all right!) - You got 80 sevens. (bitch!)\n  Gourmet sneakers! ('EY!) - Hair nappy\n  Fuckin' all my high school teachers that was '05, bro!\n  And I don't like 'em if the ass thin!\n  And I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend!\n  The fuck I look like?\n  A billion bucks, - and that's why...\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\n  She lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\n  Hatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\n  She say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it,\n  Ho! - Uuh! - So give me fifty feet champ,\n  Run until I got a bunion and my feet cramp.\n  I'm in the hot spot. - I know they seats damp,\n  And I don't need your co-sign, that's a cheap stamp!\n  You-you-you, you niggas check this cash an'\n  I'm GT crashin', 105 off rap.\n  'Eey! - The little nigga got it going on,\n  G-5, - goin', goin', goin', gone!\n  Cloud-9 mind state,\n  I drop a record, - then I raise the crime rate.\n  Killin' this shit! - Where's your funeral tie?\n  A-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck! - Skip to \"Y\"! (skip to \"Y\"!)\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\n  She lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\n  Hatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\n  She say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it! (don't trust it!)\n  Oowww! - First off I'm a rider, bitch.\n  Put them 26's on a Silverado, bitccchhh!\n  I keep my bitch with a finer bitccchhh!\n  Snap my fingers, she'll go find a bitccchhh!\n  Tell 'em fuck-boys that I do this,\n  Got the best product round town, Frank Lucas.\n  Confuse 'em like a Rubix - cube when I roll up;\n  O-kay! - Subway - bread like some cold cuts;\n  And I drop cold cuts, - bitches go crazy!\n  Wild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti.\n  Fuck you, pay me! - Paper over pussy, nigga!\n  When I drop, - you ain't gettin' paper nor pussy, niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!\n  Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis!\n"},{"id":11501192,"name":"I Am (interlude)","trackName":"I Am (interlude)","artistName":"Lamar, Kendrick","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":80.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody put three fingers in the air\nThe sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nSection 80, HiiiPoWeR\n\nVisions of Martin Luther staring at me\nMalcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me\nI'm falling victim to a revolutionary song\nThe Serengeti's clone\nBack to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone\nYou slipped your disc when I slid you my disc\nYou wanted to diss, but jumped on my dick\nGrown men never should bite their tongue\nunless you eating pussy that smell like it's a stale plum\nI got my finger on the motherfucking pistol\naiming it at a pig, Charlotte's Web is gonna miss you\nMy issue isn't televised, and you ain't gotta tell the wise\n\nhow to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental\n\nThis is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it\n\nYou'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it\n\nAnd everything on TV just a figment of imagination\n\nI don't want no plastic nation, +dread+ that like a Haitian\n\nWhile you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship\n\nBuilding pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\nNigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n\nI mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\nVisions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\nIf I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\nSorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\nThey wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\nAnd she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\nThem demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\nDear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\nHe probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\nFrightening, so fucking frightening\nEnough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\nto kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\nDoing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\nCause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\nTrying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\nWho said a black man in the Illuminati?\nLast time I checked that was the biggest racist party\nSo get up off that slave ship\n\nBuild your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n\nNigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\nI mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n+ (Kendrick Lamar)\nEvery day we fight the system\njust to make our way, we been down for too long\n\nBut that's alright, we was built to be strong\ncause it's our life, na-na-nah\nEvery day we fight the system\nWe fight the system\nWe fight the system\n(Never liked the system)\nWe been down for too long\nBut that's alright, na-na-nah\n\nWho said a black man in Illuminati?\nLast time I checked that was the biggest racist party\nLast time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey\non the freeway to Africa till I wreck my Audi\nAnd I want everybody to view my autopsy\nSo you can see exactly where the government had shot me\nNo conspiracy, my fate is inevitable\nThey play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal\nFrightening, so fucking frightening\nEnough to drive a man insane, a woman insane\nThe reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain\nloaded that clip and then said 'Bang!', the drama it bring\nis crazy, product of the late 80s\nTrying to stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy\nPull your guns and play me, let's set it off\nCause a riot, throw a Molotov\nSomebody told me them pirates had got lost\ncause we been off them slave ships\nGot our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\nYeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\nI mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\nThug life\nThug LIFE!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Am (interlude)\n  artist: Lamar, Kendrick\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 80000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody put three fingers in the air\n  The sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  Section 80, HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n  Malcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me\n  I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song\n  The Serengeti's clone\n  Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone\n  You slipped your disc when I slid you my disc\n  You wanted to diss, but jumped on my dick\n  Grown men never should bite their tongue\n  unless you eating pussy that smell like it's a stale plum\n  I got my finger on the motherfucking pistol\n  aiming it at a pig, Charlotte's Web is gonna miss you\n  My issue isn't televised, and you ain't gotta tell the wise\n\n  how to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental\n\n  This is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it\n\n  You'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it\n\n  And everything on TV just a figment of imagination\n\n  I don't want no plastic nation, +dread+ that like a Haitian\n\n  While you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship\n\n  Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n\n  I mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\n  If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\n  Sorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\n  They wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\n  And she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\n  Them demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\n  Dear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\n  He probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\n  to kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\n  Doing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\n  Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\n  Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\n  Who said a black man in the Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  So get up off that slave ship\n\n  Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n  I mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  + (Kendrick Lamar)\n  Every day we fight the system\n  just to make our way, we been down for too long\n\n  But that's alright, we was built to be strong\n  cause it's our life, na-na-nah\n  Every day we fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  (Never liked the system)\n  We been down for too long\n  But that's alright, na-na-nah\n\n  Who said a black man in Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  Last time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey\n  on the freeway to Africa till I wreck my Audi\n  And I want everybody to view my autopsy\n  So you can see exactly where the government had shot me\n  No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable\n  They play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane\n  The reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain\n  loaded that clip and then said 'Bang!', the drama it bring\n  is crazy, product of the late 80s\n  Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy\n  Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off\n  Cause a riot, throw a Molotov\n  Somebody told me them pirates had got lost\n  cause we been off them slave ships\n  Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Yeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n  I mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Thug life\n  Thug LIFE!\n"},{"id":36914521,"name":"I Am (interlude)","trackName":"I Am (interlude)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":103.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody put three fingers in the air\nThe sky is falling, the wind is calling\nStand for something or die in the morning\nSection 80, HiiiPoWeR\n\nVisions of Martin Luther staring at me\nMalcolm X put a hex on my future, someone 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mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\nVisions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\nIf I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\nSorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\nThey wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\nAnd she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\nThem demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\nDear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\nHe probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\nFrightening, so fucking frightening\nEnough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\nTo kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\nDoing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\nCause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\nTrying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\nWho said a black man in the Illuminati?\nLast time I checked that was the biggest racist party\nSo get up off that slave ship\n\nBuild your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n\nNigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\nI mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n+ (Kendrick Lamar)\nEvery day we fight the system\nJust to make our way, we been down for too long\n\nBut that's alright, we was built to be strong\nCause it's our life, na-na-nah\nEvery day we fight the system\nWe fight the system\nWe fight the system\n(Never liked the system)\nWe been down for too long\nBut that's alright, na-na-nah\n\nWho said a black man in Illuminati?\nLast time I checked that was the biggest racist party\nLast time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey\nOn the freeway to Africa till I wreck my Audi\nAnd I want everybody to view my autopsy\nSo you can see exactly where the government had shot me\nNo conspiracy, my fate is inevitable\nThey play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal\nFrightening, so fucking frightening\nEnough to drive a man insane, a woman insane\nThe reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain\nLoaded that clip and then said 'Bang!', the drama it bring\nIs crazy, product of the late 80s\nTrying to stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy\nPull your guns and play me, let's set it off\nCause a riot, throw a Molotov\nSomebody told me them pirates had got lost\nCause we been off them slave ships\nGot our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs\n\nJust call the shit HiiiPoWeR\nYeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\nFive-star dishes, food for thought bitches\nI mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus\nYou can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\nThrow your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\nThug life\nThug LIFE!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Am (interlude)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 103000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody put three fingers in the air\n  The sky is falling, the wind is calling\n  Stand for something or die in the morning\n  Section 80, HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n  Malcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me\n  I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song\n  The Serengeti's clone\n  Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone\n  You slipped your disc when I slid you my disc\n  You wanted to diss, but jumped on my dick\n  Grown men never should bite their tongue\n  Unless you eating pussy that smell like it's a stale plum\n  I got my finger on the motherfucking pistol\n  Aiming it at a pig, Charlotte's Web is gonna miss you\n  My issue isn't televised, and you ain't gotta tell the wise\n\n  How to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental\n\n  This is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it\n\n  You'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it\n\n  And everything on TV just a figment of imagination\n\n  I don't want no plastic nation, +dread+ that like a Haitian\n\n  While you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship\n\n  Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n\n  I mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid\n\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Visions of Martin Luther staring at me\n\n  If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy\n\n  Sorry mama, I can't turn the other cheek\n  They wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow's peak, uhh\n\n  And she always told me pray for the weak, uhh\n\n  Them demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uhh\n  Dear Lord come save me, the Devil's working hard\n\n  He probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs\n\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license\n\n  To kill, I'm standing on a field full of land mines\n  Doing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time\n  Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend\n\n  Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind\n\n  Who said a black man in the Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  So get up off that slave ship\n\n  Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n  I mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  + (Kendrick Lamar)\n  Every day we fight the system\n  Just to make our way, we been down for too long\n\n  But that's alright, we was built to be strong\n  Cause it's our life, na-na-nah\n  Every day we fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  We fight the system\n  (Never liked the system)\n  We been down for too long\n  But that's alright, na-na-nah\n\n  Who said a black man in Illuminati?\n  Last time I checked that was the biggest racist party\n  Last time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey\n  On the freeway to Africa till I wreck my Audi\n  And I want everybody to view my autopsy\n  So you can see exactly where the government had shot me\n  No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable\n  They play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal\n  Frightening, so fucking frightening\n  Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane\n  The reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain\n  Loaded that clip and then said 'Bang!', the drama it bring\n  Is crazy, product of the late 80s\n  Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy\n  Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off\n  Cause a riot, throw a Molotov\n  Somebody told me them pirates had got lost\n  Cause we been off them slave ships\n  Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs\n\n  Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\n  Yeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR\n  Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches\n  I mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus\n  You can't resist his, HiiiPoWeR\n  Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR\n\n  Thug life\n  Thug LIFE!\n"},{"id":36653890,"name":"I Do This","trackName":"I Do This","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Uuh! - I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan,\nFigured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune. (make a fortune!)\nThank God for these rap recordings!\nI can ball like him on every verse and .\n501's, Louis letterman jacket,\nLittle brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes.\nYou know that Compton ghetto shit; - that every section eight;\nTenant is familiar with. - Ooh, weeee!\nThey say he somethin' like the 70's, - but I'm from '87 (all right!)\nWith a thousand dimes! (all right!) - You got 80 sevens. (bitch!)\nGourmet sneakers! ('EY!) - Hair nappy\nFuckin' all my high school teachers that was '05, bro!\nAnd I don't like 'em if the ass thin!\nAnd I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend!\nThe fuck I look like?\nA billion bucks, - and that's why...\nThe homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\nShe lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\nHatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\nShe say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it,\nHo! - Uuh! - So give me fifty feet champ,\nRun until I got a bunion and my feet cramp.\nI'm in the hot spot. - I know they seats damp,\nAnd I don't need your co-sign, that's a cheap stamp!\nYou-you-you, you niggas check this cash an'\nI'm GT crashin', 105 off rap.\n'Eey! - The little nigga got it going on,\nG-5, - goin', goin', goin', gone!\nCloud-9 mind state,\nI drop a record, - then I raise the crime rate.\nKillin' this shit! - Where's your funeral tie?\nA-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck! - Skip to \"Y\"! (skip to \"Y\"!)\nThe homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\nThe bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\nThe definition what cool is,\nBoy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\nShe lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\nHatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\nShe say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it! (don't trust it!)\nOowww! - First off I'm a rider, bitch.\nPut them 26's on a Silverado, bitccchhh!\nI keep my bitch with a finer bitccchhh!\nSnap my fingers, she'll go find a bitccchhh!\nTell 'em fuck-boys that I do this,\nGot the best product round town, Frank Lucas.\nConfuse 'em like a Rubix - cube when I roll up;\nO-kay! - Subway - bread like some cold cuts;\nAnd I drop cold cuts, - bitches go crazy!\nWild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti.\nFuck you, pay me! - Paper over pussy, nigga!\nWhen I drop, - you ain't gettin' paper nor pussy, niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!\nBitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\nBoy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Do This\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Uuh! - I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan,\n  Figured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune. (make a fortune!)\n  Thank God for these rap recordings!\n  I can ball like him on every verse and .\n  501's, Louis letterman jacket,\n  Little brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes.\n  You know that Compton ghetto shit; - that every section eight;\n  Tenant is familiar with. - Ooh, weeee!\n  They say he somethin' like the 70's, - but I'm from '87 (all right!)\n  With a thousand dimes! (all right!) - You got 80 sevens. (bitch!)\n  Gourmet sneakers! ('EY!) - Hair nappy\n  Fuckin' all my high school teachers that was '05, bro!\n  And I don't like 'em if the ass thin!\n  And I don't wife 'em if a nigga is her best friend!\n  The fuck I look like?\n  A billion bucks, - and that's why...\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! The definition what cool is\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. - Bitch, I do thiiiis! She lookin' at the car like she wanna fuck it!\n  She lookin' at the wrist like she wanna fuck it!\n  Hatin' on her girlfriend, just so I can fuck it!\n  She say she on birth control; no, I don't trust it,\n  Ho! - Uuh! - So give me fifty feet champ,\n  Run until I got a bunion and my feet cramp.\n  I'm in the hot spot. - I know they seats damp,\n  And I don't need your co-sign, that's a cheap stamp!\n  You-you-you, you niggas check this cash an'\n  I'm GT crashin', 105 off rap.\n  'Eey! - The little nigga got it going on,\n  G-5, - goin', goin', goin', gone!\n  Cloud-9 mind state,\n  I drop a record, - then I raise the crime rate.\n  Killin' this shit! - Where's your funeral tie?\n  A-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck! - Skip to \"Y\"! (skip to \"Y\"!)\n  The homies say I'm the trueeest! (trueeest!)\n  The bitches think I'm the cuteeest! (cuteeest!)\n  The definition what cool is,\n  Boy, I thought you knew this. (knew this!) - Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bitch, I do thiiiis! Bi-bi-bi- bitch, I do thiiiis! 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Paper over pussy, nigga\n  When I drop you ain't getting paper nor pussy, nigga\n\n  Bitch I do this\n  Bitch I do this\n  The definition of cool is\n  Boy I thought you knew this\n  Bitch I do this\n"},{"id":9605326,"name":"Mother I Sober (feat. Beth Gibbons)","trackName":"Mother I Sober (feat. 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStarin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said, \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\nI started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said, \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said, \"He got revenge for my mother's face\"\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\nI need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\nNo dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\nWhitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAskin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n\nBroke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\nI said, \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\nPure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\nGave me a number, said, \"She recommended some therapy\"\nI asked my momma, why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"?\nI never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\nTold me that, \"She feared it happened to me, for my protection\"\nThough it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n\nNow I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\nAmplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\nI was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\nNothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\nI made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\nBut Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\nAll those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\nI pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n\nA conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\nThe devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\nThey raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\nThen they made us watch, then made us rape each other\nPsychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\nStill livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\nEvery other brother has been compromised\nI know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n\nI see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\nSo listen close before you start to pass judgement on how he move\nLearn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\nHis anger grows deep in misogyny\nThis is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\nSo I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\nSo I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\nSo I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n\nI hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\nSo I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\nSo I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\nSo I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\nAs I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nYou did it, I'm proud of you\nYou broke a generational curse\nSay \"Thank you, dad\"\nThank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\nMr. Morale\n\nBefore I go in fast asleep, love me for me\nI bare my soul and now we're free","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.77] I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n[00:17.10] One man standin' on two words, heal everybody\n[00:20.75] Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n[00:23.94] Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n[00:27.65] Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n[00:30.97] Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n[00:34.27] Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n[00:37.44] I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n[00:41.07] I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n[00:44.57] In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n[00:48.08] Where's my faith? 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And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.66] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:29.27] I said, \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.77] Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n[03:36.03] Gave me a number, said, \"She recommended some therapy\"\n[03:39.30] I asked my momma, why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"?\n[03:42.93] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.30] Told me that, \"She feared it happened to me, for my protection\"\n[03:50.72] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.13] Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.64] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.04] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.31] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.86] I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n[04:09.98] But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76] All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.09] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.37] A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n[04:24.05] The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n[04:27.28] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.54] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.12] Psychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\n[04:35.12] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.79] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.08] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.54] I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how he move\n[04:51.25] Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.74] His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.10] This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.77] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.31] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.68] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:11.94] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.58] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:18.81] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.72] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.21] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.16] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.56] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.05] Anybody but myself\n[05:56.91] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.07] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.42] Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n[06:08.39] Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\n[06:20.33] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.32] Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n[06:36.17] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:44.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober (feat. 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And can it be forgiven?\"\n  start_ms: 202370\n  end_ms: 205660\n- text: Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  start_ms: 205660\n  end_ms: 209270\n- text: I said, \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  start_ms: 209270\n  end_ms: 212770\n- text: Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n  start_ms: 212770\n  end_ms: 216030\n- text: Gave me a number, said, \"She recommended some therapy\"\n  start_ms: 216030\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: I asked my momma, why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"?\n  start_ms: 219300\n  end_ms: 222930\n- text: I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n  start_ms: 222930\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: Told me that, \"She feared it happened to me, for my protection\"\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 230720\n- text: Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n  start_ms: 230720\n  end_ms: 233130\n- text: Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\n  start_ms: 233130\n  end_ms: 236640\n- text: Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  start_ms: 236640\n  end_ms: 240040\n- text: I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  start_ms: 240040\n  end_ms: 243310\n- text: Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  start_ms: 243310\n  end_ms: 246860\n- text: I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n  start_ms: 246860\n  end_ms: 249980\n- text: But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n  start_ms: 249980\n  end_ms: 253760\n- text: All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n  start_ms: 253760\n  end_ms: 257090\n- text: I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  start_ms: 257090\n  end_ms: 260370\n- text: A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n  start_ms: 260370\n  end_ms: 264050\n- text: The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n  start_ms: 264050\n  end_ms: 267280\n- text: They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  start_ms: 267280\n  end_ms: 269540\n- text: Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  start_ms: 269540\n  end_ms: 272120\n- text: Psychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\n  start_ms: 272120\n  end_ms: 275120\n- text: Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  start_ms: 275120\n  end_ms: 278790\n- text: Every other brother has been compromised\n  start_ms: 278790\n  end_ms: 281080\n- text: I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  start_ms: 281080\n  end_ms: 284540\n- text: I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n  start_ms: 284540\n  end_ms: 287860\n- text: So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how he move\n  start_ms: 287860\n  end_ms: 291250\n- text: Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  start_ms: 291250\n  end_ms: 294740\n- text: His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  start_ms: 294740\n  end_ms: 297100\n- text: This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n  start_ms: 297100\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 305310\n- text: So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  start_ms: 305310\n  end_ms: 308680\n- text: So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  start_ms: 308680\n  end_ms: 311940\n- text: I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  start_ms: 311940\n  end_ms: 315580\n- text: So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  start_ms: 315580\n  end_ms: 318810\n- text: So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  start_ms: 318810\n  end_ms: 322350\n- text: So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  start_ms: 322350\n  end_ms: 325720\n- text: As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n  start_ms: 325720\n  end_ms: 329210\n- text: I wish I was somebody\n  start_ms: 329210\n  end_ms: 334160\n- text: Anybody but myself\n  start_ms: 334160\n  end_ms: 342560\n- text: Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  start_ms: 342560\n  end_ms: 348050\n- text: Anybody but myself\n  start_ms: 348050\n  end_ms: 356910\n- text: You did it, I'm proud of you\n  start_ms: 356910\n  end_ms: 363070\n- text: You broke a generational curse\n  start_ms: 363070\n  end_ms: 366420\n- text: Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n  start_ms: 366420\n  end_ms: 368390\n- text: Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\n  start_ms: 368390\n  end_ms: 380330\n- text: Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 380330\n  end_ms: 384320\n- text: Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n  start_ms: 384320\n  end_ms: 396170\n- text: I bare my soul and now we're free\n  start_ms: 396170\n  end_ms: 404990\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 404990\nplain: |-\n  I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  One man standin' on two words, heal everybody\n  Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\n  I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n  In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n  Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said, \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n  I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said, \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said, \"He got revenge for my mother's face\"\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n  I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n  No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n  Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said, \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said, \"She recommended some therapy\"\n  I asked my momma, why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"?\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n  Told me that, \"She feared it happened to me, for my protection\"\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n\n  Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n  But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n  All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n\n  A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n  The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n\n  I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how he move\n  Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n  Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"}]