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Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\nOn the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\nSo this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\nThat make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\nRest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\nNever Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\nAllow me to open up your mind and mold ya\nIndulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\nThe system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\nI'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\nFighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\nIt's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\nThat's ignant\nAin't seen my momma in a minute\n'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\nThat would never amount to nothing\nRacism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\nBut I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\nYou ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\nYou don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\nFuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\nYou wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\nThe pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\nHeaded to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\nWe aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\nCame a long way from eating when government gave permission\nIf you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\nJust an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.30] Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\n[00:04.65] In another country, so pardon me for the roll call\n[00:07.22] Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\n[00:09.81] On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\n[00:12.33] Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\n[00:15.21] Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\n[00:17.25] Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\n[00:20.21] Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\n[00:22.89] Let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse\n[00:25.44] Visions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)\n[00:28.21] From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me\n[00:30.57] Open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental\n[00:33.05] Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental\n[00:35.60] Shout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental\n[00:38.05] Been doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel\n[00:40.73] My ex hit me, talkin' 'bout she wanna make up\n[00:43.09] But on the real, I got no time for cover girls\n[00:45.44] Music is my main bitch, no time for other girls\n[00:47.73] I'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meaner\n[00:50.05] Watch me elevate to arenas, me without the mic\n[00:52.69] That's like Martin without the Gina, Venus without Serena\n[00:55.25] Now these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that Aquafina\n[00:58.05] I used to bus tables until them tables turned\n[01:00.25] And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned\n[01:02.73] And everything I rap about is everything I've learned\n[01:05.21] So hopefully the listener can position a situation\n[01:07.77] Where they don't get burned and they can learn from my mistakes\n[01:10.45] Like I've learned from the greats to do whatever it takes\n[01:12.80] For Heaven's sakes open your mind, this shit one of a kind\n[01:15.61] Elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine\n[01:18.05] What's the deal? Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\n[01:20.45] On the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\n[01:23.93] So this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\n[01:25.57] That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\n[01:28.13] Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\n[01:30.89] Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\n[01:34.09] Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya\n[01:35.93] Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\n[01:38.65] The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n[01:40.93] 'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\n[01:43.61] I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\n[01:46.84] Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\n[01:49.72] It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\n[01:52.60] That's ignant\n[01:53.33] Ain't seen my momma in a minute\n[01:54.81] 'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\n[01:56.29] That would never amount to nothing\n[01:57.81] Racism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\n[02:01.20] But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\n[02:03.49] You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\n[02:06.01] You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\n[02:08.56] Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\n[02:11.21] You wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\n[02:13.49] The pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\n[02:16.24] Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\n[02:18.56] We aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\n[02:21.33] Came a long way from eating when government gave permission\n[02:23.76] If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\n[02:26.12] Just an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n[02:30.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Roll Call\n  artist: Logic\n  album: Logic (Complete)\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\n  start_ms: 2300\n  end_ms: 4650\n- text: In another country, so pardon me for the roll call\n  start_ms: 4650\n  end_ms: 7220\n- text: Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\n  start_ms: 7220\n  end_ms: 9810\n- text: On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\n  start_ms: 9810\n  end_ms: 12330\n- text: Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\n  start_ms: 12330\n  end_ms: 15210\n- text: Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 22890\n- text: Let the flow immerse, hold up; 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Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\n  On the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\n  So this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\n  That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\n  Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\n  Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\n  Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya\n  Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\n  The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n  'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\n  I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\n  Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\n  It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\n  That's ignant\n  Ain't seen my momma in a minute\n  'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\n  That would never amount to nothing\n  Racism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\n  But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\n  You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\n  You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\n  Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\n  You wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\n  The pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\n  Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\n  We aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\n  Came a long way from eating when government gave permission\n  If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\n  Just an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n"},{"id":20013535,"name":"Roll Call","trackName":"Roll Call","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\nIn another country, so pardon me for the roll call\nDamn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\nOn the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\nShows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\nYeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\nMany said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\nAllow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\nLet the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse\nVisions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)\nFrom the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me\nOpen your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental\nY'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental\nShout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental\nBeen doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel\nMy ex hit me, talkin' 'bout she wanna make up\nBut on the real, I got no time for cover girls\nMusic is my main bitch, no time for other girls\nI'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meaner\nWatch me elevate to arenas, me without the mic\nThat's like Martin without the Gina, Venus without Serena\nNow these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that Aquafina\nI used to bus tables until them tables turned\nAnd everything I have obtained is everything I've earned\nAnd everything I rap about is everything I've learned\nSo hopefully the listener can position a situation\nWhere they don't get burned and they can learn from my mistakes\nLike I've learned from the greats to do whatever it takes\nFor Heaven's sakes open your mind, this shit one of a kind\nElegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine\nWhat's the deal? 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Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\n[01:20.45] On the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\n[01:23.93] So this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\n[01:25.57] That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\n[01:28.13] Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\n[01:30.89] Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\n[01:34.09] Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya\n[01:35.93] Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\n[01:38.65] The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n[01:40.93] 'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\n[01:43.61] I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\n[01:46.84] Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\n[01:49.72] It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\n[01:52.60] That's ignant\n[01:53.33] Ain't seen my momma in a minute\n[01:54.81] 'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\n[01:56.29] That would never amount to nothing\n[01:57.81] Racism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\n[02:01.20] But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\n[02:03.49] You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\n[02:06.01] You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\n[02:08.56] Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\n[02:11.21] You wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\n[02:13.49] The pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\n[02:16.24] Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\n[02:18.56] We aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\n[02:21.33] Came a long way from eating when government gave permission\n[02:23.76] If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\n[02:26.12] Just an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n[02:30.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Roll Call\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever'\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\n  start_ms: 2300\n  end_ms: 4650\n- text: In another country, so pardon me for the roll call\n  start_ms: 4650\n  end_ms: 7220\n- text: Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\n  start_ms: 7220\n  end_ms: 9810\n- text: On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\n  start_ms: 9810\n  end_ms: 12330\n- text: Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\n  start_ms: 12330\n  end_ms: 15210\n- text: Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 22890\n- text: Let the flow immerse, hold up; 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Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\n[01:20.45] On the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\n[01:23.93] So this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\n[01:25.57] That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\n[01:28.13] Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\n[01:30.89] Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\n[01:34.09] Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya\n[01:35.93] Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\n[01:38.65] The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n[01:40.93] 'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\n[01:43.61] I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\n[01:46.84] Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\n[01:49.72] It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\n[01:52.60] That's ignant\n[01:53.33] Ain't seen my momma in a minute\n[01:54.81] 'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\n[01:56.29] That would never amount to nothing\n[01:57.81] Racism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\n[02:01.20] But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\n[02:03.49] You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\n[02:06.01] You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\n[02:08.56] Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\n[02:11.21] You wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\n[02:13.49] The pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\n[02:16.24] Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\n[02:18.56] We aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\n[02:21.33] Came a long way from eating when government gave permission\n[02:23.76] If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\n[02:26.12] Just an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n[02:30.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Roll Call\n  artist: Logic\n  album: Welcome To Forever\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\n  start_ms: 2300\n  end_ms: 4650\n- text: In another country, so pardon me for the roll call\n  start_ms: 4650\n  end_ms: 7220\n- text: Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\n  start_ms: 7220\n  end_ms: 9810\n- text: On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\n  start_ms: 9810\n  end_ms: 12330\n- text: Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\n  start_ms: 12330\n  end_ms: 15210\n- text: Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 22890\n- text: Let the flow immerse, hold up; 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Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\nOn the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\nSo this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\nThat make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\nRest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\nNever Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\nAllow me to open up your mind and mold ya\nIndulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\nThe system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\nI'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\nFighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\nIt's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\nThat's ignant\nAin't seen my momma in a minute\n'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\nThat would never amount to nothing\nRacism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\nBut I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\nYou ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\nYou don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\nFuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\nYou wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\nThe pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\nHeaded to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\nWe aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\nCame a long way from eating when government gave permission\nIf you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\nJust an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.30] Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\n[00:04.65] In another country, so pardon me for the roll call\n[00:07.22] Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\n[00:09.81] On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\n[00:12.33] Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\n[00:15.21] Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\n[00:17.25] Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\n[00:20.21] Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\n[00:22.89] Let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse\n[00:25.44] Visions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)\n[00:28.21] From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me\n[00:30.57] Open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental\n[00:33.05] Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental\n[00:35.60] Shout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental\n[00:38.05] Been doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel\n[00:40.73] My ex hit me, talkin' 'bout she wanna make up\n[00:43.09] But on the real, I got no time for cover girls\n[00:45.44] Music is my main bitch, no time for other girls\n[00:47.73] I'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meaner\n[00:50.05] Watch me elevate to arenas, me without the mic\n[00:52.69] That's like Martin without the Gina, Venus without Serena\n[00:55.25] Now these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that Aquafina\n[00:58.05] I used to bus tables until them tables turned\n[01:00.25] And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned\n[01:02.73] And everything I rap about is everything I've learned\n[01:05.21] So hopefully the listener can position a situation\n[01:07.77] Where they don't get burned and they can learn from my mistakes\n[01:10.45] Like I've learned from the greats to do whatever it takes\n[01:12.80] For Heaven's sakes open your mind, this shit one of a kind\n[01:15.61] Elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine\n[01:18.05] What's the deal? Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\n[01:20.45] On the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\n[01:23.93] So this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\n[01:25.57] That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\n[01:28.13] Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\n[01:30.89] Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\n[01:34.09] Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya\n[01:35.93] Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\n[01:38.65] The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n[01:40.93] 'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\n[01:43.61] I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\n[01:46.84] Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\n[01:49.72] It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\n[01:52.60] That's ignant\n[01:53.33] Ain't seen my momma in a minute\n[01:54.81] 'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\n[01:56.29] That would never amount to nothing\n[01:57.81] Racism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\n[02:01.20] But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\n[02:03.49] You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\n[02:06.01] You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\n[02:08.56] Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\n[02:11.21] You wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\n[02:13.49] The pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\n[02:16.24] Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\n[02:18.56] We aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\n[02:21.33] Came a long way from eating when government gave permission\n[02:23.76] If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\n[02:26.12] Just an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n[02:30.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Roll Call\n  artist: Logic\n  album: Djefa2015\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\n  start_ms: 2300\n  end_ms: 4650\n- text: In another country, so pardon me for the roll call\n  start_ms: 4650\n  end_ms: 7220\n- text: Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\n  start_ms: 7220\n  end_ms: 9810\n- text: On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\n  start_ms: 9810\n  end_ms: 12330\n- text: Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\n  start_ms: 12330\n  end_ms: 15210\n- text: Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 22890\n- text: Let the flow immerse, hold up; 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