[{"id":17135438,"name":"LL COOL J - THE FORCE","trackName":"LL COOL J - THE FORCE","artistName":"LL COOL J","albumName":"THE FORCE","duration":169.978776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The force of hip-hop will reign forever\n\nSmooth as Luther Vandross down at St. Andros\nCharter on the yacht while we boppin' to Pop Smoke\nSomebody tell immigration them cases is wardrobe\nSucculent juices, we sip Pétruses in Bordeaux\n\nNever losin' my memories of Farmers and Old Gold\nBefore \"Check Out the Melody\", his neck was a light show, that's light though\nAlways gotta come with the right flow, we like dough\nLearned that from Chuck, Rich and Alpo, I'm down so\n\nNow we out here runnin' with billy goats, it's natural\nSpeak game on the C plane\nNow the blue-faces matchin' the deep waves\nShawty took the pics solo, know no one see things\n\nNow she hoppin' out the Range Rover in PJ's, Louis frames\nAin't new to game, she true to game, ain't doin' lames\nIf opportunity knock, we'd bet you do the same\nTeamwork make the dream work, review the game\n\nWe just call it like we see it, it's up to you to name\nYou complain that your team is cold\nRewind the time, turn your back into Panthers, we eat a GOAT\nUnbelievable, but the goal is achievable\n\nY'all ain't the only one gettin' it, boy, we schemin' too\nSpeedin' through, two seater coupe\nWe ain't part of Illuminati, we just the realest crew\nWe dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue\n\nYou know, I was wonderin', you know\nThe force, it's got a lotta power and\nThe force, it's got a lotta power and\nThe force, it's got a lotta power and\nThe force, it makes me feel like\n\nChef's in the kitchen while we out fly fishin' (ooh, ooh)\nWater so clean, you can see the fish pissin'\nConvos on the speed boat, just listen\nShe servin' for the Birkin and the signature edition (the force)\n\nVVS to death 'cause we understood the mission\nNow we Sky Dwellin', rebellin' against the system\nBad boys before P. Diddy and the Pistons\nDoin' better numbers than Harvard mathematicians\n\nFarmers Boulevard, coolin', 9 double parked\nOn the eat with them paper plates, she gotta hustle smart\nSomeone caught a bullet, they ain't talkin' 'bout the charge (the force)\nInspiration for my soldiers walkin' in the yard\n\nOpen seas at high speed, floatin' like a God\nFeel the breeze, sip Chablis, bust open a cigar\nOver time, her tan lines look like a work of art\nNow the hub, but she pop bubbs in hot tubs\n\nAnd she love to lay on plush rugs for foot rubs\nSo what's up? (The force) you feelin' the force, we got plugs (the force)\nPut you onto power, plug you in and light you up bruh (the force)\nIt take a team to get a chip\nMedallion swingin', money machines in the whip\n\nIf you want a bankroll, follow the code, don't slip\nYou can't get frustrated king, we don't quit (the force)\nGettin' money is automatic, that's why we drop sticks\nIf we wasn't doin' this, it'd be 99 bricks\nSo we glad we on the yacht with the boss and doin' some real shit (ooh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.28] The force of hip-hop will reign forever\n[00:14.73] Smooth as Luther Vandross down at St. Andros\n[00:17.33] Charter on the yacht while we boppin' to Pop Smoke\n[00:19.83] Somebody tell immigration them cases is wardrobe\n[00:22.52] Succulent juices, we sip Pétruses in Bordeaux\n[00:25.50] Never losin' my memories of Farmers and Old Gold\n[00:27.82] Before \"Check Out the Melody\", his neck was a light show, that's light though\n[00:31.14] Always gotta come with the right flow, we like dough\n[00:33.77] Learned that from Chuck, Rich and Alpo, I'm down so\n[00:36.25] Now we out here runnin' with billy goats, it's natural\n[00:39.03] Speak game on the C plane\n[00:41.32] Now the blue-faces matchin' the deep waves\n[00:43.69] Shawty took the pics solo, know no one see things\n[00:46.30] Now she hoppin' out the Range Rover in PJ's, Louis frames\n[00:49.40] Ain't new to game, she true to game, ain't doin' lames\n[00:52.23] If opportunity knock, we'd bet you do the same\n[00:54.67] Teamwork make the dream work, review the game\n[00:57.26] We just call it like we see it, it's up to you to name\n[00:59.99] You complain that your team is cold\n[01:01.83] Rewind the time, turn your back into Panthers, we eat a GOAT\n[01:05.08] Unbelievable, but the goal is achievable\n[01:07.88] Y'all ain't the only one gettin' it, boy, we schemin' too\n[01:10.46] Speedin' through, two seater coupe\n[01:12.43] We ain't part of Illuminati, we just the realest crew\n[01:14.94] We dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue\n[01:17.85] You know, I was wonderin', you know\n[01:20.97] The force, it's got a lotta power and\n[01:23.25] The force, it's got a lotta power and\n[01:25.70] The force, it's got a lotta power and\n[01:28.38] The force, it makes me feel like\n[01:30.73] Chef's in the kitchen while we out fly fishin' (ooh, ooh)\n[01:33.96] Water so clean, you can see the fish pissin'\n[01:36.21] Convos on the speed boat, just listen\n[01:38.87] She servin' for the Birkin and the signature edition (the force)\n[01:41.88] VVS to death 'cause we understood the mission\n[01:44.01] Now we Sky Dwellin', rebellin' against the system\n[01:46.48] Bad boys before P. Diddy and the Pistons\n[01:49.21] Doin' better numbers than Harvard mathematicians\n[01:51.86] Farmers Boulevard, coolin', 9 double parked\n[01:54.54] On the eat with them paper plates, she gotta hustle smart\n[01:57.05] Someone caught a bullet, they ain't talkin' 'bout the charge (the force)\n[01:59.87] Inspiration for my soldiers walkin' in the yard\n[02:02.27] Open seas at high speed, floatin' like a God\n[02:04.75] Feel the breeze, sip Chablis, bust open a cigar\n[02:07.27] Over time, her tan lines look like a work of art\n[02:09.98] Now the hub, but she pop bubbs in hot tubs\n[02:12.58] And she love to lay on plush rugs for foot rubs\n[02:15.03] So what's up? 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everywhere\n Keep it in the air, keep it in the air\n The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air\n\n Roll some smoke and throw, okay, Creole\n We in it to bring in the dough, not control hoes\n In life, you gotta dance to your own rhythm\n\n Nothin' fuckin' with your mans, got a bold vision\n Devils in the system actin' like they have religion\n When the bullets get to whizzin', where is all the moralism?\n Rock Bell CEO\n More Jean-Michel than a TV show\n Sent Rick a demo and he said it was a go\n So I ran up in his dorm, got to kickin' in the door\n He standin' by the drum machine, records on the floor\n That's when we became the baddest motherfuckers that you know\n Knew he had to blow\n\n Can you understand you not havin' no bands\n But knowin' that you the man, we mastered real plans\n Walk through the ghetto wearin' upscale brands\n Fully paid in advance\n You know we litty in the city, back on\n Fire like we hit 'em with the stimmy\n We be gettin' to the bag, hear me?\n Got a 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ride\nI wonder how these people feelin' really deep inside\nI'm home\nBut damn, this shit don't feel like I remember\nMatter fact, it been about thirty Decembers\nAnd these kids don't even know who I am\nYou don't know you in the presence of a real made man\nYou standin' too close\nAin't nothin' sweet, no sugar, no glucose\nMove for the bread and you toast\nBeen so long\nThe whole world turned upside down while I was gone\nI'm lookin' at the signs, I don't wanna read 'em wrong\nYou can cut it with a knife, the vibes are so strong\nI stand up, step off, step on new platforms\nWow, this shit don't really transform\nA new breed of killers, yellow-eyes gorillas\nBacks against the wall, lookin' at me with a snarl\nWe sizin' each other up, I would hit motherfuckers up\nBut I really want peace today, reborn like it's Easter day\nThey hungry, lookin' at me as if I took they feast away\nI smell the emotions, deep down they are hopin'\nTo escape this invisible mental prison they're livin' 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and computers, no one is readin' the papers\n Don't know who's contagious\n White lady look funny\n This Black kid talkin' 'bout droppin' forty and twenty\n Only thing on my mind\n \"You won't take nothin' from me\"\n And the nurse sittin' across from me, she really look lovely\n And the lady sittin' nеxt to me was slow to move her stuff\n Shе ain't wanna let me sit down\n Afraid of how I get down\n Ain't dealin' with that shit now\n I'm goin' on a ride\n I wonder how these people feelin' really deep inside\n I'm home\n But damn, this shit don't feel like I remember\n Matter fact, it been about thirty Decembers\n And these kids don't even know who I am\n You don't know you in the presence of a real made man\n You standin' too close\n Ain't nothin' sweet, no sugar, no glucose\n Move for the bread and you toast\n Been so long\n The whole world turned upside down while I was gone\n I'm lookin' at the signs, I don't wanna read 'em wrong\n You can cut it with a knife, the vibes are so strong\n I stand up, step off, step on new platforms\n Wow, this shit don't really transform\n A new breed of killers, yellow-eyes gorillas\n Backs against the wall, lookin' at me with a snarl\n We sizin' each other up, I would hit motherfuckers up\n But I really want peace today, reborn like it's Easter day\n They hungry, lookin' at me as if I took they feast away\n I smell the emotions, deep down they are hopin'\n To escape this invisible mental prison they're livin' in\n Like a zombie, walkin' dead, head down and givin' in\n I see a crack of light, the monster's closin' in\n This dude is starin' at me, what I feel, I hold it in\n Saw a girl who had a rough life\n Livin' in the moment, playin' music on her phone\n We conversated briefly, I could tell she hold her own\n Energy in her eyes, make people move aside\n The dude behind the counter had a million-dollar smile\n But somethin' told me he gon' make the world pay for it\n When the vibes in the air, you just can't ignore it\n So 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Praise Him","trackName":"LL COOL J, Nas - Praise Him","artistName":"LL COOL J","albumName":"THE FORCE","duration":145.057959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Knowledge and wisdom bring understanding\nFor the culture, bringing freedom to the planet\nThe power to refine how we planned it\nBring equality to God's economy\nBuild the truth, destroy in the booth\nWhat I was born to do, decipher for you\nHey, Allah, what you wanna be when you're born?\nWhat you really need to see is yourself in divine form\nFor the sake of equality, I'm fathering the song\nSpirit of God, bring he and her along\nThey mistreat Islam, no justice performed\nTill I'm crowned king, love, hell, right or wrong\nThе master, dominate the stagеs I'm on right now\nAnd it won't end when I'm gone\nControl the cypher, I got the power, bring it on\nWatch ya queen get snatched like a pawn\nSlicker than a ruler, the savior is born\nTell you the truth, you're square, your style's all wrong\nYou ain't understanding the universe\nSome say they want the victory but don't wanna rehearse\nGotta work with the wisdom if you want it to work\nWe don't fear the unknown, staying in the zone\nAsk, \"Why?\" I reply, \"To each his own\"\nRoll a Zig-Zag zig 'cause the God came home, let's go\n\nPraise him all you can\nAll woman and man\nPraise him with your heart\nPraise him with your mind\nPraise him everyone, all of humankind\nPraise him, praise him, praise him\nPraise him, praise him, praise him\nPraise him, praise him, praise him\n\nPeace to all, peace to y'all\nPeace to all, peace to y'all\nFly women and gentlemen, I gotta say, iconic is the sentiment\nDefinitive, blending smooth and menacing is him again\nBally shoe with the velour, yeah, that's a fit again\nIn prison, they be listening, I get 'em through they sentences\nHe whistle through his solid gold gold teeth\nHis fists all metal, tapping a cold beat\nThat sound made me a wild wavy\nMy style pay me since junior high school with Craig G\nI grew to be established having a stash\nAnd once was banned from every club from Queens to Staten\nNow in the Zoom meetings, sipping Veuve Clicq' and eating\nReminiscing when I got my new sheepskin, was goon season\nIt started in the Project Park\n1985, '86 with the Clarks with the gum sole\nThem young boys, they brung noise and jumped off\nYou soft outside fresh, a dumb choice\nBum rushed, gun bust\nOver Cazal glasses, they got that ass whipped\nI first heard \"I Need a Beat\"\nI got on the train, last stop on the F and E\nJamaica bound, hopped in a dollar van to Farmers\nJust to see the God they called Todd lives\nThey say you raised up some hood toddlers\nNow we connect more knowledge and more dollars, peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: LL COOL J, Nas - Praise Him\n artist: LL COOL J\n album: THE FORCE\n duration_ms: 145058\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Knowledge and wisdom bring understanding\n For the culture, bringing freedom to the planet\n The power to refine how we planned it\n Bring equality to God's economy\n Build the truth, destroy in the booth\n What I was born to do, decipher for you\n Hey, Allah, what you wanna be when you're born?\n What you really need to see is yourself in divine form\n For the sake of equality, I'm fathering the song\n Spirit of God, bring he and her along\n They mistreat Islam, no justice performed\n Till I'm crowned king, love, hell, right or wrong\n Thе master, dominate the stagеs I'm on right now\n And it won't end when I'm gone\n Control the cypher, I got the power, bring it on\n Watch ya queen get snatched like a pawn\n Slicker than a ruler, the savior is born\n Tell you the truth, you're square, your style's all wrong\n You ain't understanding the universe\n Some say they want the victory but don't wanna rehearse\n Gotta work with the wisdom if you want it to work\n We don't fear the unknown, staying in the zone\n Ask, \"Why?\" I reply, \"To each his own\"\n Roll a Zig-Zag zig 'cause the God came home, let's go\n\n Praise him all you can\n All woman and man\n Praise him with your heart\n Praise him with your mind\n Praise him everyone, all of humankind\n Praise him, praise him, praise him\n Praise him, praise him, praise him\n Praise him, praise him, praise him\n\n Peace to all, peace to y'all\n Peace to all, peace to y'all\n Fly women and gentlemen, I gotta say, iconic is the sentiment\n Definitive, blending smooth and menacing is him again\n Bally shoe with the velour, yeah, that's a fit again\n In prison, they be listening, I get 'em through they sentences\n He whistle through his solid gold gold teeth\n His fists all metal, tapping a cold beat\n That sound made me a wild wavy\n My style pay me since junior high school with Craig G\n I grew to be established having a stash\n And once was banned from every club from Queens to Staten\n Now in the Zoom meetings, sipping Veuve Clicq' and eating\n Reminiscing when I got my new sheepskin, was goon season\n It started in the Project Park\n 1985, '86 with the Clarks with the gum sole\n Them young boys, they brung noise and jumped off\n You soft outside fresh, a dumb choice\n Bum rushed, gun bust\n Over Cazal glasses, they got that ass whipped\n I first heard \"I Need a Beat\"\n I got on the train, last stop on the F and E\n Jamaica bound, hopped in a dollar van to Farmers\n Just to see the God they called Todd lives\n They say you raised up some hood toddlers\n Now we connect more knowledge and more dollars, peace\n"},{"id":17254011,"name":"LL COOL J, Busta Rhymes - Huey In The Chair","trackName":"LL COOL J, Busta Rhymes - Huey In The Chair","artistName":"LL COOL J","albumName":"THE FORCE","duration":144.326531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\n\nHuey P with the black beret and the black leather\nYou know me, I get motivated by vendettas\nCold game, they out here playin' with thin sweaters\nGold chains, of course we change, we're trendsetters\nMinx dragon, the Brinks wagon is full of jewels\nStop braggin', get caught lackin', wе pullin' tools (Run it)\nRules are basic, now and then I switch thе Jordan shoes for the Asics\nSteps, you can't trace it\nAccept the fact, face it, I skip the rat racin'\nEver try to slap me, prepare for some back-bracin'\nNucleus of the culture, so he is African sculpture (Uh-huh)\nCarved by the gods and clappin' at all these vultures\nI make rain, hail, snow, and earth quake\nSon of man, I don't understand how y'all play\nGrafted devils ain't on my level, god-body\nKing of the jungle, but still humble at the Panther party\nBlack soldiers with shotties up on they shoulders\nMarchin' in unison while we're polyin' in the Rover\n\nThe vibe is red, black and green\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nFrom Farmers Blvd in Queens\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nGrew up on llion\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nInfluence to millions\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\n\nThe maker, the owner, the cream of the planet, dammit\nThe father of civilization autobiographic\nGoin' against the God is like a biohazard (Uh)\nReignitin' the spark in your thoughts at a higher standard\nIt ain't nothin' you can compare, nigga\nWhen you witness the feelin' like Huey in the chair, nigga (Haha)\nMight dread up again, peep the kinkier the hair\nWhile holdin' a ratchet (Uh)\nSmokin' a spliff, the stinky in the air, nigga\nIf you ridin' with me, every single person here that jump in the whip\nWe catch us a flat, you puttin' on a spare, nigga\nI'm suggestin' that you prepare for dinner (Ah)\nThe shit was deeper than what you think, don't compare me, killer (Uh)\nDon't disregard my righteous nature and declare me sinner (Ooh)\nProvide science to prepare the beginner (Ha)\nMy empress pulled up, she text me, my nigga, go and get her (Ha)\nMy queen present, shit get dangerous when you know I'm with her\n\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nThe vibe is red, black and green\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nFrom Farmers Blvd in Queens\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nGrew up on llion\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nInfluence to millions\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: LL COOL J, Busta Rhymes - 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Black Code Suite","trackName":"LL COOL J, Sona Jobarteh - Black Code Suite","artistName":"LL COOL J","albumName":"THE FORCE","duration":266.109388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look at mama, she's in the kitchen\nShe's swingin' her hips and dippin' the chicken in flour\nShe got the music, it's bumping\nI smell the food in the oven while I two-step in the shower\nA well-balanced potato salad and hot sauce\nCollard greens, fried catfish and lima beans\nEngrained in your brain without a meme\nLike it's a precinct burnin' up on the screen\nThe operation is flagrant 'til reparations, we take 'em\nAnd we been patiently waitin'\nAnd for cake, we be scrapin' until it's late in the A.M\nWhen you sick of the mayhem, you demonstrate 'til they pay 'em\nYour body swayin', you listen what I'm sayin'\nDon't want that AK-K-K commence to sprayin'\nOG Mind Freak, you cannot enslave 'em\nAnd if the tables ever turn, you know nothin' can save him\nThe sensation burnin' like Louisiana cajun\nThe faint aroma somebody is blazin' to bring the day in\nBig bro on his way in\n\nNever forget where you started\n'Cause that could be where you end\nFrom a faraway land, we were departed\nTryna find where we began\nMama said there was a code\nThat we all should abide by\nBig man said there was a code\nBy which we should live and we should die by by\n\nBeat shakin' like flour in paper bags\nSee 'em salutin' and recruitin' and wavin' flags\nSpice in the hot sauce, crispy on the chicken\nThe screen door slammin' and the young boy crippin'\nMama when she dancin', your uncle when he trippin'\nThe spirit of Stevie Wonder when \"Superstition\" was written\nI'm the first bop when you walk into the party\nI'm the Chris Rock when you snappin' on somebody\nI'm the ingenuity, the mental acuity\nDuke Ellington dexterity, I'm truly a rarity\nI'm the sound of Miles Davis, it's impossible to bury me\nThe slow pimp walk, it's impossible to hurry me\nThe red cup, brown liquor, spades all night\nShower cap, house slippers, braids just right\nFeelin' when that itch in your weave is relieved\nI'm your tastebuds bitin' on the sunflower seeds\nOnly crossover I support is Kyrie\nW.E.B. mentality\nI'm the Biz goin' off, Diana, I'm the boss\nOr you could say Ross, I'm Pirelli's with the gloss\nI'm the underground Harriet, the swing low chariot\nBackyard smoker, fried okra and asparagus\nThe look in the eyes of someone who can relate\nI'm the knowin' that it's love and couldn't possibly be hate\nI'm the prayer of a mom that want her son to walk straight\nI'm the prisoner released when he walkin' out the gate, I'm Black\nI'm Black, I'm Black, I'm Black, I'm Black\n\nBlack Code\nRead your Black Code\nRead your Black Code\nRead your Black Code\nIt's for everybody\nRead your Black Code\nRead your Black Code\nRead your Black Code\nRead your Black Code\nIt's for everybody (Yeah)\nRead your Black Code\nRead your Black Code","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: LL COOL J, Sona Jobarteh - Black Code Suite\n artist: LL COOL J\n album: THE FORCE\n duration_ms: 266109\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Look at mama, she's in the kitchen\n She's swingin' her hips and dippin' the chicken in flour\n She got the music, it's bumping\n I smell the food in the oven while I two-step in the shower\n A well-balanced potato salad and hot sauce\n Collard greens, fried catfish and lima beans\n Engrained in your brain without a meme\n Like it's a precinct burnin' up on the screen\n The operation is flagrant 'til reparations, we take 'em\n And we been patiently waitin'\n And for cake, we be scrapin' until it's late in the A.M\n When you sick of the mayhem, you demonstrate 'til they pay 'em\n Your body swayin', you listen what I'm sayin'\n Don't want that AK-K-K commence to sprayin'\n OG Mind Freak, you cannot enslave 'em\n And if the tables ever turn, you know nothin' can save him\n The sensation burnin' like Louisiana cajun\n The faint aroma somebody is blazin' to bring the day in\n Big bro on his way in\n\n Never forget where you started\n 'Cause that could be where you end\n From a faraway land, we were departed\n Tryna find where we began\n Mama said there was a code\n That we all should abide by\n Big man said there was a code\n By which we should live and we should die by by\n\n Beat shakin' like flour in paper bags\n See 'em salutin' and recruitin' and wavin' flags\n Spice in the hot sauce, crispy on the chicken\n The screen door slammin' and the young boy crippin'\n Mama when she dancin', your uncle when he trippin'\n The spirit of Stevie Wonder when \"Superstition\" was written\n I'm the first bop when you walk into the party\n I'm the Chris Rock when you snappin' on somebody\n I'm the ingenuity, the mental acuity\n Duke Ellington dexterity, I'm truly a rarity\n I'm the sound of Miles Davis, it's impossible to bury me\n The slow pimp walk, it's impossible to hurry me\n The red cup, brown liquor, spades all night\n Shower cap, house slippers, braids just right\n Feelin' when that itch in your weave is relieved\n I'm your tastebuds bitin' on the sunflower seeds\n Only crossover I support is Kyrie\n W.E.B. mentality\n I'm the Biz goin' off, Diana, I'm the boss\n Or you could say Ross, I'm Pirelli's with the gloss\n I'm the underground Harriet, the swing low chariot\n Backyard smoker, fried okra and asparagus\n The look in the eyes of someone who can relate\n I'm the knowin' that it's love and couldn't possibly be hate\n I'm the prayer of a mom that want her son to walk straight\n I'm the prisoner released when he walkin' out the gate, I'm Black\n I'm Black, I'm Black, I'm Black, I'm Black\n\n Black Code\n Read your Black Code\n Read your Black Code\n Read your Black Code\n It's for everybody\n Read your Black Code\n Read your Black Code\n Read your Black Code\n Read your Black Code\n It's for everybody (Yeah)\n Read your Black Code\n Read your Black Code\n"},{"id":39657684,"name":"LL COOL J, Snoop Dogg - Spirit of Cyrus","trackName":"LL COOL J, Snoop Dogg - Spirit of Cyrus","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"THE FORCE","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now, there ain't but 20 thousand police in the whole town\nCan you dig it?\nCan you dig it?\n(I can dig it)\n\nThis is my manifesto, the reason why I did it\nThe press will call me evil and label me a menace\nDon't let the lies deceive you, they pushed me to my limit\nRacism's a disease, it's only right I kill it\nBlack blood, you're quick to spill it, justified rape and pillage\nHide behind your image, and terrorize my village\nYour life, you won't live it, your death will be horrific\nA 147 grain bullet to be specific\n\nMy .9, I'm liftin' it to execute a hypocrite\nCreep up a little bit and squeeze, I'm sick of it\nI walk away slow as the people gather 'round\nQuick change of clothes, blend back in the crowd\nLet the paramedics work, right? That's not your job\nNow you're dead up in the dirt, right? 'Cause that badge is the mob\nA big blue gang, how do problems get solved?\nBy incendiary devices, your body's dissolved\n\nI know all of your tactics, flak jackets and fog\nCall us niggas, take a life quicker, like you a god\nSo I'm aiming with my rifle, my heart's become hard\nYou're the devil's disciple, so I pray on your car\n\nBlack vigilante, black vigilante\n30 magazines for my AR-15\nBlack vigilante, black vigilante\nSuppressors and magazines for my M-16\nBlack vigilante\n\nDon't try to apprehend me\nI'll black and blue your family, don't try to apprehend me\nI'll black and blue your family, don't try to apprehend me\nI'll black and blue your family, don't try to apprehend me\n(Come on, Cyrus, we're with you! Go ahead, bro)\n\nThe world wouldn't listen, I begged for assistance\nEverywhere I turned, more and more resistance\nI traveled long distance, they called your death instant (come on, Cyrus, we're with you!)\nYou may not believe it, but my weapons are convincing (go ahead, bro)\nI monitor the airwaves, watch for the X-rays\nBlood is the appetizer, death is the entrée\nI want to hear him scream, line him up with the beam\nI remember we would take lives for the same team\n\nI know you're gonna follow me, try to intervene\nSo the exit wounds are ugly, entry wounds are clean\nI catch you at the red light, oh, you're looking for me?\nThese bullets are my slaves, it's time to set them free\nI smile as my lead niggas run away from me\nPlease catch 'em for me, I smiled when you saw me\nInnocent bystanders are witnessing something gory\nThey have nothing to fear, only you die in this story\n\nDon't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family\nDon't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family\nDon't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family\nI'll black and blue your family, don't try to apprehend me\n\nI heard you on the radio gasping, barely breathing\nI slowly drove away as I bid you a good evening\nWe both know the reason why it's open season\nYou promoted treason, you hold an evil allegiance\nGuilty of malfeasance, you ignored my grievance\nIf you would have listened, it's your death that we would prevent\nIt would not have become a homicidal disagreement\nWe both know I'm right, but you label me an extremist\n\nI'll stitch you fuckers up and make the murder seamless\nThe killing's tailor made, l'm dressing up the demons\nPeople don't believe you 'til the world is in upheaval\nIt's an ongoing saga, believe me, this is the prequel\nBlinded by my black skin, now your head is see-through\nThe ones that I kill first, they are just a preview\nMeet me in the mountains, let's play a childish game\nI'll hide while you seek, then we'll go up in flames","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.37] Now, there ain't but 20 thousand police in the whole town\n[00:06.72] Can you dig it?\n[00:09.02] Can you dig it?\n[00:11.34] (I can dig it)\n[00:21.56] This is my manifesto, the reason why I did it\n[00:24.47] The press will call me evil and label me a menace\n[00:27.19] Don't let the lies deceive you, they pushed me to my limit\n[00:30.08] Racism's a disease, it's only right I kill it\n[00:32.72] Black blood, you're quick to spill it, justified rape and pillage\n[00:35.82] Hide behind your image, and terrorize my village\n[00:38.58] Your life, you won't live it, your death will be horrific\n[00:41.28] A 147 grain bullet to be specific\n[00:44.20] My .9, I'm liftin' it to execute a hypocrite\n[00:47.00] Creep up a little bit and squeeze, I'm sick of it\n[00:49.96] I walk away slow as the people gather 'round\n[00:52.63] Quick change of clothes, blend back in the crowd\n[00:55.36] Let the paramedics work, right? That's not your job\n[00:58.22] Now you're dead up in the dirt, right? 'Cause that badge is the mob\n[01:01.35] A big blue gang, how do problems get solved?\n[01:03.75] By incendiary devices, your body's dissolved\n[01:07.08] I know all of your tactics, flak jackets and fog\n[01:09.47] Call us niggas, take a life quicker, like you a god\n[01:12.26] So I'm aiming with my rifle, my heart's become hard\n[01:15.37] You're the devil's disciple, so I pray on your car\n[01:18.56] Black vigilante, black vigilante\n[01:21.12] 30 magazines for my AR-15\n[01:24.11] Black vigilante, black vigilante\n[01:26.45] Suppressors and magazines for my M-16\n[01:29.74] Black vigilante\n[01:30.88] Don't try to apprehend me\n[01:32.15] I'll black and blue your family, don't try to apprehend me\n[01:35.19] I'll black and blue your family, don't try to apprehend me\n[01:37.82] I'll black and blue your family, don't try to apprehend me\n[01:42.98] (Come on, Cyrus, we're with you! 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intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood\nFeelin' more adept and on your neck's where I'ma plant my foot\nName a nigga that flow harder\nFlow more graphic than flowcharts\nWon't relax 'til I build up these plaques and hold tartar\nSpare no targets\nGot a flow so nauseous\nI cough up words and throw bars up\nHardly a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings\nIn life, I learned that takin' losses is a part of the lesson\nI fathered you peasants, you niggas my sons\nSo when I kill you motherfuckers, we'll just call it postpartum depression\nLafayette, Louisiana, where niggas be squeezin' hammers\nNiggas don't speak with grammar, so people gon' think we bamas\nIt's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody can get it\nAnd anybody can give it to you, it's like Secret Santa\nI'm sayin', you niggas is nothin' like me and my\nYou look at niggas and deify, we defy\nDefeat and divide, reheat and refry\nNiggas ain't reachin' this high, need to repeat and retry\nBitch, I'm too different to be in any competition with y'all\nThe only way I quit is if you get petitions involved\nSo you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt\nI stay the best 'cause I'm the only rookie that can face the vets\nYou little niggas never raisin' threats\nYou niggas bitter and y'all sweet, you motherfuckers is Raisinettes\nI'm layin' low and chasin' checks\n'Cause when I blow, I'm finna run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer Test\nYou niggas can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset me\nGot fresh prints on this barrel, in a suit like Jeffrey\nI get you clean, feel your towel, had to clean up the town\nFor the beef we brown, like releasin' the hounds\nHad the monkey on the counter with his hands on his mouth\nThe other monkey, for his ears, we ain't hearin' you out\nThe third monkey had his hands over his eyes\nSo you can get buried if you imply\nI'm outta the country, where two can dine, now honey, you can't deny\nThe shooters come in flurries, like Curry and Luka Don\nNow say hello to the motherfuckin' Don, tiptoe\nDon't you come across that line (don't die)\n'Cause you just one of plenty niggas, I ain't any nigga\nBillion dollars worth of silly niggas, we brought gilly with us\nThat separates you from your mom, with titty, nigga\nJump about the Bentley, nigga, better sit up when you see the tadow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Vow\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: The FORCE\n duration_ms: 273000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n There was smoke when the mother's water broke\n The doc saw the horns, oh my god, it's a goat\n The nurse cut the cord, got shocked with a million volts\n Almost dropped him on the floor, but the baby started to float\n Umbilical cord turned into a gold rope\n A mic appeared in his hand, body started to jolt\n Angels injected him with lyrical dope\n The same drug they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe\n The whole world's raven for the baby, the bell tolls\n A crowd gathered 'round, throwin' punches and elbows\n Then his mama arose and recited a poem\n Todd's a hip-hop god, fuck rock and roll\n Put the baby in the whip, there was a solar eclipse\n Then a spirit came, wrote his name down in hieroglyphs\n Breakbeats played, he had speaker for a crib\n She screamed, \"Jack the Rip\" and ignited his gifts\n To the parents, he's a legend, to the children a myth\n Here's some firsthand experience of Mr. Smith\n Alias Mr. Killin'-Every-Rapper-In-His-Radius\n Ciphers to stadiums, bars is vibranium\n Molecular structure of the nucleus of his cranium\n Platinum, uranium, lyrical titanium\n In other words, whoever it concern\n If you fuck around with fire, you gon' get that ass turned to ash\n True story, I'm a walkin' crematorium\n Helpin' rappers urn obituaries from historians\n Bangin' on 'em, yellow tape and red sheets layin' on 'em\n Carved hands, tombstones, prayin' for 'em\n Movin' the chess pieces like telekinesis\n As a toddler, he walked with two panthers on leashes\n Learned early on where the mark of the beast is\n By the time he hit puberty, he richer than Croesus\n Slicker than Odysseus on a odyssey, intellect is part of me\n So pardon me if it's harder to follow me, what does that mean?\n He's a mythological melanated progeny of royalty, sprayin' you with soliloquies\n Gil Heron with the camouflage gear on\n Ignorance is the virus, my ink is the interferon (yeah)\n The last poet, revolutionary with guns loaded\n Back to elevate the culture, that's my only motive\n Uh, to fuck with me, you need your ammo up\n Proceed to stand on punks, you know the schemes will leave your flannel scuffed\n Peep the handle, son, know my procedure be to damage stuff\n No Madden franchise, but this my season, we just havin' fun\n Uh, cash rules everythin' I hate and love\n Niggas hate to face reality, that's why we takin' drugs\n Payin' plugs, but there will come a time when it just ain't enough\n You might just turn to Cobain if you ain't as tough\n I might emerge with propane, it's a fatal stunt\n Properly insert a bold claim as if I ain't the one\n And now I'm rhymin' with a legend, like I said I would\n Intrinsically, I murder beats just like a legend should\n Tried to convince 'em I was meant for this, the best I could\n Niggas narcoleptic, won't accept I'm here to wreck for good\n Feelin' more intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood\n Feelin' more adept and on your neck's where I'ma plant my foot\n Name a nigga that flow harder\n Flow more graphic than flowcharts\n Won't relax 'til I build up these plaques and hold tartar\n Spare no targets\n Got a flow so nauseous\n I cough up words and throw bars up\n Hardly a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings\n In life, I learned that takin' losses is a part of the lesson\n I fathered you peasants, you niggas my sons\n So when I kill you motherfuckers, we'll just call it postpartum depression\n Lafayette, Louisiana, where niggas be squeezin' hammers\n Niggas don't speak with grammar, so people gon' think we bamas\n It's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody can get it\n And anybody can give it to you, it's like Secret Santa\n I'm sayin', you niggas is nothin' like me and my\n You look at niggas and deify, we defy\n Defeat and divide, reheat and refry\n Niggas ain't reachin' this high, need to repeat and retry\n Bitch, I'm too different to be in any competition with y'all\n The only way I quit is if you get petitions involved\n So you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt\n I stay the best 'cause I'm the only rookie that can face the vets\n You little niggas never raisin' threats\n You niggas bitter and y'all sweet, you motherfuckers is Raisinettes\n I'm layin' low and chasin' checks\n 'Cause when I blow, I'm finna run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer Test\n You niggas can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset me\n Got fresh prints on this barrel, in a suit 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FORCE","duration":144.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\n\nHuey P with the black beret and the black leather\nYou know me, I get motivated by vendettas\nCold game, they out here playin' with thin sweaters\nGold chains, of course we change, we're trendsetters\nMinx dragon, the Brinks wagon is full of jewels\nStop braggin', get caught lackin', wе pullin' tools (Run it)\nRules are basic, now and then I switch thе Jordan shoes for the Asics\nSteps, you can't trace it\nAccept the fact, face it, I skip the rat racin'\nEver try to slap me, prepare for some back-bracin'\nNucleus of the culture, so he is African sculpture (Uh-huh)\nCarved by the gods and clappin' at all these vultures\nI make rain, hail, snow, and earth quake\nSon of man, I don't understand how y'all play\nGrafted devils ain't on my level, god-body\nKing of the jungle, but still humble at the Panther party\nBlack soldiers with shotties up on they shoulders\nMarchin' in unison while we're polyin' in the Rover\n\nThe vibe is red, black and green\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nFrom Farmers Blvd in Queens\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nGrew up on llion\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nInfluence to millions\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\n\nThe maker, the owner, the cream of the planet, dammit\nThe father of civilization autobiographic\nGoin' against the God is like a biohazard (Uh)\nReignitin' the spark in your thoughts at a higher standard\nIt ain't nothin' you can compare, nigga\nWhen you witness the feelin' like Huey in the chair, nigga (Haha)\nMight dread up again, peep the kinkier the hair\nWhile holdin' a ratchet (Uh)\nSmokin' a spliff, the stinky in the air, nigga\nIf you ridin' with me, every single person here that jump in the whip\nWe catch us a flat, you puttin' on a spare, nigga\nI'm suggestin' that you prepare for dinner (Ah)\nThe shit was deeper than what you think, don't compare me, killer (Uh)\nDon't disregard my righteous nature and declare me sinner (Ooh)\nProvide science to prepare the beginner (Ha)\nMy empress pulled up, she text me, my nigga, go and get her (Ha)\nMy queen present, shit get dangerous when you know I'm with her\n\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nThe vibe is red, black and green\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nFrom Farmers Blvd in Queens\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nGrew up on llion\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nInfluence to millions\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Huey In The Chair\n artist: LL COOL J\n album: THE FORCE\n duration_ms: 144000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n\n Huey P with the black beret and the black leather\n You know me, I get motivated by vendettas\n Cold game, they out here playin' with thin sweaters\n Gold chains, of course we change, we're trendsetters\n Minx dragon, the Brinks wagon is full of jewels\n Stop braggin', get caught lackin', wе pullin' tools (Run it)\n Rules are basic, now and then I switch thе Jordan shoes for the Asics\n Steps, you can't trace it\n Accept the fact, face it, I skip the rat racin'\n Ever try to slap me, prepare for some back-bracin'\n Nucleus of the culture, so he is African sculpture (Uh-huh)\n Carved by the gods and clappin' at all these vultures\n I make rain, hail, snow, and earth quake\n Son of man, I don't understand how y'all play\n Grafted devils ain't on my level, god-body\n King of the jungle, but still humble at the Panther party\n Black soldiers with shotties up on they shoulders\n Marchin' in unison while we're polyin' in the Rover\n\n The vibe is red, black and green\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n From 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up, she text me, my nigga, go and get her (Ha)\n My queen present, shit get dangerous when you know I'm with her\n\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n The vibe is red, black and green\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n From Farmers Blvd in Queens\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n Grew up on llion\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n Influence to millions\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n"},{"id":26033477,"name":"Huey in the Chair","trackName":"Huey in the Chair","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"The FORCE","duration":141.97551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\nSee, I'm like Huey in the chair\n\nHuey P with the black beret and the black leather\nYou know me, I get motivated by vendettas\nCold game, they out here playin' with thin sweaters\nGold chains, of course we change, we're 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the fact, face it, I skip the rat racin'\n Ever try to slap me, prepare for some back-bracin'\n Nucleus of the culture, so he is African sculpture (Uh-huh)\n Carved by the gods and clappin' at all these vultures\n I make rain, hail, snow, and earth quake\n Son of man, I don't understand how y'all play\n Grafted devils ain't on my level, god-body\n King of the jungle, but still humble at the Panther party\n Black soldiers with shotties up on they shoulders\n Marchin' in unison while we're polyin' in the Rover\n\n The vibe is red, black and green\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n From Farmers Blvd in Queens\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n Grew up on llion\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n Influence to millions\n See, I'm like Huey in the chair\n\n The maker, the owner, the cream of the planet, dammit\n The father of civilization autobiographic\n Goin' against the God is like a biohazard (Uh)\n Reignitin' the spark in your thoughts at a higher standard\n It ain't nothin' you can 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