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This hood politics\n\nAcknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\nSeeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\nPolice watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\nOne knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\nBut my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\nBus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\nRicochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\nBlackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n\nThis is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\nHoodrats, don't abortion your womb\nWe need more warriors soon\nSent from the stars, sun and the moon\nIn this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\nStick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\nIf you really think you ready to die with .9s out\nThis is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n\nYo, all I need is one mic\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\nAll I need is one mic (yeah)\n\nAll I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\nOne prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\nMatter of fact, maybe more than one\nLook back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\nJesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\nFrom twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\nWhich means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\nEverybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\nNever gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\nNothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\nMy heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\nI let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\nNow I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\nIf y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\nDo more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n\nThere's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\nLead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut\nThat we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\nAll I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\nAll I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\nAll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\nWhat I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\nDon't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\nTalkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\nWonder what my secrets is\nNiggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\nI have none, too late to grab guns\nI'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\nThought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\nWhat you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\nWar gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\nComplete with thick scars\nBrothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\nDrama, where does it start?\nYou know the block was ill as a youngster\nEvery night it was like a cop'll get killed\nBody found in the dumpster\nFor real a hustler, purchased my Range\nNiggas throwin' dirt on my name\nJealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\nBitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\nShoulda knew she wasn't true\nShe came to me when her man caught a sentence\nDiamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\nMovin' with a change of pace\nLighter load, see now the king is straight\nSwellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\nHeard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\nThis is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\nYou need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n\nAll I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\nAll I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\nAll I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\nAll I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.38] One time, yeah, yeah\n[00:13.62] Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\n[00:16.76] One nigga front, my face on the front page\n[00:19.26] Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\n[00:22.21] One God to show me how to do things his son did\n[00:24.95] Pure, like a cup of virgin blood\n[00:27.16] Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\n[00:30.53] Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\n[00:32.99] Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics\n[00:35.75] Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\n[00:38.19] Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\n[00:40.73] Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\n[00:43.44] One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\n[00:46.18] But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\n[00:48.66] Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\n[00:51.23] Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\n[00:53.83] Blackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n[00:56.48] This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n[00:59.15] 'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\n[01:01.55] Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb\n[01:03.37] We need more warriors soon\n[01:05.03] Sent from the stars, sun and the moon\n[01:06.71] In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\n[01:09.32] Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\n[01:11.95] If you really think you ready to die with .9s out\n[01:14.67] This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n[01:17.03] Yo, all I need is one mic\n[01:21.92] All I need is one mic (that's all I need)\n[01:26.83] All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\n[01:32.42] All I need is one mic (yeah)\n[01:37.78] All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\n[01:40.43] One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\n[01:43.44] Matter of fact, maybe more than one\n[01:45.23] Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\n[01:48.69] Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\n[01:51.46] From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\n[01:54.10] Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n[01:56.54] 27 hit your crew, six went into you\n[01:59.09] Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\n[02:01.98] Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\n[02:04.69] Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\n[02:07.19] My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\n[02:09.60] I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\n[02:12.23] Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\n[02:14.88] If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\n[02:17.57] Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n[02:20.16] There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\n[02:23.31] Lead flyin', feel it? 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I feel it in my gut\n  That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n  'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\n  All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\n  All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\n  All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\n  All I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\n  All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\n  What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\n  Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\n  Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\n  Wonder what my secrets is\n  Niggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\n  I have none, too late to grab guns\n  I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\n  Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\n  What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\n  War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\n  Complete with thick scars\n  Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\n  Drama, where does it start?\n  You know the block was ill as a youngster\n  Every night it was like a cop'll get killed\n  Body found in the dumpster\n  For real a hustler, purchased my Range\n  Niggas throwin' dirt on my name\n  Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\n  Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\n  Shoulda knew she wasn't true\n  She came to me when her man caught a sentence\n  Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\n  Movin' with a change of pace\n  Lighter load, see now the king is straight\n  Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\n  Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\n  This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\n  You need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n\n  All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\n  All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\n  All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\n  All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)\n"},{"id":11086021,"name":"One Mic","trackName":"One Mic","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"One Mic","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One time, yeah, yeah\n\nYo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\nOne nigga front, my face on the front page\nOnly if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\nOne God to show me how to do things his son did\nPure, like a cup of virgin blood\nMixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\nWritin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\nMad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics\n\nAcknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\nSeeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\nPolice watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\nOne knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\nBut my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\nBus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\nRicochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\nBlackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n\nThis is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\nHoodrats, don't abortion your womb\nWe need more warriors soon\nSent from the stars, sun and the moon\nIn this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\nStick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\nIf you really think you ready to die with .9s out\nThis is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n\nYo, all I need is one mic\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\nAll I need is one mic (yeah)\n\nAll I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\nOne prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\nMatter of fact, maybe more than one\nLook back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\nJesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\nFrom twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\nWhich means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\nEverybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\nNever gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\nNothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\nMy heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\nI let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\nNow I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\nIf y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\nDo more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n\nThere's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\nLead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut\nThat we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\nAll I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\nAll I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\nAll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\nWhat I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\nDon't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\nTalkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\nWonder what my secrets is\nNiggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\nI have none, too late to grab guns\nI'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\nThought I wouldn't have that ass done? 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This hood politics\n\n  Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\n  Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\n  Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\n  One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\n  But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\n  Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\n  Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\n  Blackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n\n  This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n  'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\n  Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb\n  We need more warriors soon\n  Sent from the stars, sun and the moon\n  In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\n  Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\n  If you really think you ready to die with .9s out\n  This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n\n  Yo, all I need is one mic\n  All I need is one mic (that's all I need)\n  All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\n  All I need is one mic (yeah)\n\n  All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\n  One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\n  Matter of fact, maybe more than one\n  Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\n  Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\n  From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\n  Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n  27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\n  Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\n  Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\n  Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\n  My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\n  I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\n  Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\n  If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\n  Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n\n  There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\n  Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut\n  That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n  'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\n  All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\n  All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\n  All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\n  All I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\n  All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\n  What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\n  Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\n  Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\n  Wonder what my secrets is\n  Niggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\n  I have none, too late to grab guns\n  I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\n  Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\n  What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\n  War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\n  Complete with thick scars\n  Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\n  Drama, where does it start?\n  You know the block was ill as a youngster\n  Every night it was like a cop'll get killed\n  Body found in the dumpster\n  For real a hustler, purchased my Range\n  Niggas throwin' dirt on my name\n  Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\n  Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\n  Shoulda knew she wasn't true\n  She came to me when her man caught a sentence\n  Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\n  Movin' with a change of pace\n  Lighter load, see now the king is straight\n  Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\n  Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\n  This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\n  You need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n\n  All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\n  All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\n  All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\n  All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)\n"},{"id":11086013,"name":"One Mic","trackName":"One Mic","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"One Mic","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One time, yeah, yeah\n\nYo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\nOne nigga front, my face on the front page\nOnly if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\nOne God to show me how to do things his son did\nPure, like a cup of virgin blood\nMixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\nWritin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\nMad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics\n\nAcknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\nSeeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\nPolice watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\nOne knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\nBut my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\nBus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\nRicochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\nBlackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n\nThis is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\nHoodrats, don't abortion your womb\nWe need more warriors soon\nSent from the stars, sun and the moon\nIn this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\nStick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\nIf you really think you ready to die with .9s out\nThis is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n\nYo, all I need is one mic\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\nAll I need is one mic (yeah)\n\nAll I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\nOne prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\nMatter of fact, maybe more than one\nLook back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\nJesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\nFrom twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\nWhich means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\nEverybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\nNever gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\nNothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\nMy heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\nI let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\nNow I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\nIf y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\nDo more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n\nThere's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\nLead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut\nThat we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\nAll I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\nAll I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\nAll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\nWhat I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\nDon't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\nTalkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\nWonder what my secrets is\nNiggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\nI have none, too late to grab guns\nI'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\nThought I wouldn't have that ass done? 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Fooled you niggas\n  What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashing\n  War gets deep, some beef is everlasting\n  Complete with thick scars\n  Brothers knifing each other\n  Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start\n  You know the block was ill as a youngster\n  Every night it was like a, cop would get killed, body found in the dumpster\n  For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggas throwing dirt on my name\n  Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain\n  Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished\n  Should've knew she wasn't true\n  She came to me when her man caught a sentence\n  Diamonds are blinding, I never make the same mistakes\n  Moving with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight\n  Swelling my melon cause none of these niggas real\n  Heard they were telling police, how can a kingpin squeal\n  This is crazy, I'm on the right track\n  I'm finally found\n  You need some soul-searching\n  The time is now\n\n  All I need is one mic\n  All I need is one mic\n  All I need is one mic\n  All I need is one mic\n"},{"id":11086018,"name":"One Mic (remix explicit)","trackName":"One Mic (remix explicit)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"One Mic","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One time, yeah, yeah\n\nYo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\nOne nigga front, my face on the front page\nOnly if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\nOne God to show me how to do things his son did\nPure, like a cup of virgin blood\nMixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\nWriting names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\nMad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics\n\nAcknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\nSeeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\nPolice watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\nOne knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\nBut my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\nBus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken\nRicocheting between the spots that I'm hiding in\nBlacking out as I shoot back, fuck getting hit\n\nThis is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\nHood rats, don't abortion your womb\nWe need more warriors soon\nSent from the star, sun and the moon\nIn this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\nStick-up kids with no conscience, leaving victims with doctors\nIf you really think you ready to die, with 9's out\nThis is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now\n\nYo, all I need is one mic\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (all I need niggas)\nAll I need is one mic (yeah)\n\nAll I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\nOne prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\nMatter of fact, maybe more than one\nLook back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them\nJesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\nFrom twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\nWhich means one of my guns was holding 17\n27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\nEverybody gotta die sometime\nHope your funeral never gets shot up\nBullets tear through the innocent\nNothing is fair, niggas roll up, shooting from wheelchairs\nMy heart is racing, tasting revenge in the air\nI let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\n\nNow I'm strapped with a couple of MAC's, too many 9's\nIf y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semi's\nDo more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\nThere's nothing in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\nLead flying, feel it, I feel it in my gut\nThat we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now\n\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need nigga, that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (there's nothing else in the world)\nAll I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do it's thing you know)\nAll I need is one mic\n\nAll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\nWhat I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\nDon't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\nTalking all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\nWonder what my secrets is, niggas'll move on you\nOnly if they know what your weakness is, I have none\nToo late to grab guns, I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\nThought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\nWhat you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\nWar gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\nComplete with thick scars, brothers knifing each other up in prison yards\nDrama, where does it start?\nYou know the block was ill as a youngster\nEvery night it was like a cop would get killed, body found in the dumpster\nFor real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggas throwing dirt on my name\nJealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\nBitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\nShould've knew she wasn't true, she came to me when her man caught a sentence\nDiamonds are blinding, I never make the same mistakes\nMoving with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight\nSwelling my melon, 'cause none of these niggas real\nHeard they were telling police, how can a kingpin squeal?\nThis is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\nYou need some soul-searching, the time is now\n\nAll I need is one mic (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nAll I need is one mic (it's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\nAll I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\nAll I need is one mic (spread my voice to the whole world, baby)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Mic (remix explicit)\n  artist: Nas\n  album: One Mic\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One time, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\n  One nigga front, my face on the front page\n  Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\n  One God to show me how to do things his son did\n  Pure, like a cup of virgin blood\n  Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\n  Writing names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\n  Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics\n\n  Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\n  Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\n  Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\n  One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\n  But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\n  Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken\n  Ricocheting between the spots that I'm hiding in\n  Blacking out as I shoot back, fuck getting hit\n\n  This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n  'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\n  Hood rats, don't abortion your womb\n  We need more warriors soon\n  Sent from the star, sun and the moon\n  In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\n  Stick-up kids with no conscience, leaving victims with doctors\n  If you really think you ready to die, with 9's out\n  This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now\n\n  Yo, all I need is one mic\n  All I need is one mic (that's all I need)\n  All I need is one mic (all I need niggas)\n  All I need is one mic (yeah)\n\n  All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\n  One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\n  Matter of fact, maybe more than one\n  Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them\n  Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\n  From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\n  Which means one of my guns was holding 17\n  27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\n  Everybody gotta die sometime\n  Hope your funeral never gets shot up\n  Bullets tear through the innocent\n  Nothing is fair, niggas roll up, shooting from wheelchairs\n  My heart is racing, tasting revenge in the air\n  I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\n\n  Now I'm strapped with a couple of MAC's, too many 9's\n  If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semi's\n  Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n  There's nothing in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\n  Lead flying, feel it, I feel it in my gut\n  That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n  'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now\n\n  All I need is one mic (that's all I need nigga, that's all I need)\n  All I need is one mic (there's nothing else in the world)\n  All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do it's thing you know)\n  All I need is one mic\n\n  All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\n  What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\n  Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\n  Talking all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\n  Wonder what my secrets is, niggas'll move on you\n  Only if they know what your weakness is, I have none\n  Too late to grab guns, I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\n  Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? 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This hood politics\n\nAcknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\nSeeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\nPolice watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\nOne knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\nBut my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\nBus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\nRicochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\nBlackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n\nThis is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\nHoodrats, don't abortion your womb\nWe need more warriors soon\nSent from the stars, sun and the moon\nIn this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\nStick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\nIf you really think you ready to die with .9s out\nThis is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n\nYo, all I need is one mic\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\nAll I need is one mic (yeah)\n\nAll I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\nOne prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\nMatter of fact, maybe more than one\nLook back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\nJesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\nFrom twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\nWhich means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\nEverybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\nNever gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\nNothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\nMy heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\nI let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\nNow I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\nIf y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\nDo more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n\nThere's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\nLead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut\nThat we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\nAll I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\nAll I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\nAll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\nWhat I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\nDon't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\nTalkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\nWonder what my secrets is\nNiggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\nI have none, too late to grab guns\nI'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\nThought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\nWhat you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\nWar gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\nComplete with thick scars\nBrothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\nDrama, where does it start?\nYou know the block was ill as a youngster\nEvery night it was like a cop'll get killed\nBody found in the dumpster\nFor real a hustler, purchased my Range\nNiggas throwin' dirt on my name\nJealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\nBitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\nShoulda knew she wasn't true\nShe came to me when her man caught a sentence\nDiamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\nMovin' with a change of pace\nLighter load, see now the king is straight\nSwellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\nHeard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\nThis is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\nYou need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n\nAll I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\nAll I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\nAll I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\nAll I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.38] One time, yeah, yeah\n[00:13.62] Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\n[00:16.76] One nigga front, my face on the front page\n[00:19.26] Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\n[00:22.21] One God to show me how to do things his son did\n[00:24.95] Pure, like a cup of virgin blood\n[00:27.16] Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\n[00:30.53] Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\n[00:32.99] Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics\n[00:35.75] Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\n[00:38.19] Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\n[00:40.73] Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\n[00:43.44] One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\n[00:46.18] But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\n[00:48.66] Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\n[00:51.23] Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\n[00:53.83] Blackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n[00:56.48] This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n[00:59.15] 'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\n[01:01.55] Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb\n[01:03.37] We need more warriors soon\n[01:05.03] Sent from the stars, sun and the moon\n[01:06.71] In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\n[01:09.32] Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\n[01:11.95] If you really think you ready to die with .9s out\n[01:14.67] This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n[01:17.03] Yo, all I need is one mic\n[01:21.92] All I need is one mic (that's all I need)\n[01:26.83] All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\n[01:32.42] All I need is one mic (yeah)\n[01:37.78] All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\n[01:40.43] One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\n[01:43.44] Matter of fact, maybe more than one\n[01:45.23] Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\n[01:48.69] Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\n[01:51.46] From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\n[01:54.10] Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n[01:56.54] 27 hit your crew, six went into you\n[01:59.09] Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\n[02:01.98] Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\n[02:04.69] Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\n[02:07.19] My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\n[02:09.60] I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\n[02:12.23] Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\n[02:14.88] If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\n[02:17.57] Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n[02:20.16] There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\n[02:23.31] Lead flyin', feel it? 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I feel it in my gut\n  That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n  'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\n  All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\n  All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\n  All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\n  All I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\n  All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\n  What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\n  Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\n  Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\n  Wonder what my secrets is\n  Niggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\n  I have none, too late to grab guns\n  I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\n  Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\n  What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\n  War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\n  Complete with thick scars\n  Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\n  Drama, where does it start?\n  You know the block was ill as a youngster\n  Every night it was like a cop'll get killed\n  Body found in the dumpster\n  For real a hustler, purchased my Range\n  Niggas throwin' dirt on my name\n  Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\n  Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\n  Shoulda knew she wasn't true\n  She came to me when her man caught a sentence\n  Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\n  Movin' with a change of pace\n  Lighter load, see now the king is straight\n  Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\n  Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\n  This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\n  You need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n\n  All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\n  All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\n  All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\n  All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)\n"},{"id":6570644,"name":"One Mic, One Gun","trackName":"One Mic, One Gun","artistName":"Nas, 21 Savage","albumName":"One Mic, One Gun","duration":170.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no back and forth, ain't no left or right (21, 21)\nI got King's Disease, but I moved like a knife (21, 21)\nRappers bandwagon tryna get some likes (21, 21)\nI do it for the fam, never for the hype (21, 21)\nWhen you turn a legend, no such thing as relevance (21, 21)\nThey must've forgot that I'm a new rapper that got integrity (21, 21)\nAll in the media and blogs, that's just a place I don't care to be (21, 21)\nMost of these niggas won't say shit if they was ahead of me (Hit-Boy)\n\nNo back and forth, I did it back then, I'll do it right now (woo!)\nI opened a lane for my era, I'm goated, they gave me the crown\nG.O.A.T. with all the success, the negative press, I'm watchin' it pile (uh)\nThey sayin' that black music dyin', I'm sayin', \"They wipin' us out!\"\n\nBut look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now\nWhatever I do is N.Y., I'm keepin' it Queens 'cause that's my side\nI shook up the town, I shook up the city, I shook up the state\nI'm with 21 on my second run, this shit come with age\n\nIt's a conversation (woo!), It's determination\nYour interpretation, I just shocked the nation (oh)\nDid my tour with The Wu', I came back and I set the pace (whoa)\nThey just ran in one of my cribs and took what? I replaced it (haha)\nTwo Caucasians up out of their faces\nMost of y'all assumed that they was black, it's exploitation (Black Caesar)\nThey ain't know that I see everything, invested in Ring\nIt's cool to be mainstream, I'd rather be timeless\nThat's if we keepin' it P, 21 (21, 21)\n\nI'm on that same trajectory\nBullet wounds and jail cells couldn't stop me, this my destiny\nNever controversial, I'm mad the fans expected less from me\nNigga sneezed around me, wipe his nose, won't get no bless from me\nFuck the jewelry, I rather buy land and invest successfully\nI got all type of stocks and bonds, Kehinde Wiley on my wall\nAnd I'ma pass it to my son\nIf Savage like the capo that mean Escobar the don, one mic', one gun\n\nMy net worth like eight figures, I'm workin' on gettin' me nine\nYou know that I'm one of them niggas, I ain't doin' no cappin' or lyin'\nYou rappers be chasin' the hype, I do it and I don't be tryin'\nI ain't goin' against no legend, nigga, I'm tryna be next in line\n\nThey actin' like I just popped, I was platinum before I signed\nI went platinum without no features, I put platinum on your mind\nThis Glock I got two-tone, and this bitch don't bust no rhyme\nThey wanna see me flop, so they could deport me like I'm Shyne\n\nNo back and forth, I did it back then, I'll do it right now (woo!)\nThey tellin' me that I'm the G-O-A-T, I been here for a while\nG.O.A.T. love me today, hate me tomorrow, no switchin' my style (uh)\n21, Yak', y'all get together, be big for the South (the globe)\n\nBut look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now (uh)\nWhatever I do is New York, you hear that shit all in my vowels (grr)\nI shook up the town, I shook up the city, I shook up the state\nI'm one of them ones, on my second run, I'm on a new wave (wave)\n\nTwo kings\nWe're sendin' love to the whole culture\n21, Esco, Mass Appeal, Slaughter Gang\nThis shit too easy, king","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Ain't no back and forth, ain't no left or right (21, 21)\n[00:04.32] I got King's Disease, but I moved like a knife (21, 21)\n[00:07.49] Rappers bandwagon tryna get some likes (21, 21)\n[00:10.33] I do it for the fam, never for the hype (21, 21)\n[00:13.72] When you turn a legend, no such thing as relevance (21, 21)\n[00:16.88] They must've forgot that I'm a new rapper that got integrity (21, 21)\n[00:20.09] All in the media and blogs, that's just a place I don't care to be (21, 21)\n[00:23.30] Most of these niggas won't say shit if they was ahead of me (Hit-Boy)\n[00:26.41] No back and forth, I did it back then, I'll do it right now (woo!)\n[00:29.32] I opened a lane for my era, I'm goated, they gave me the crown\n[00:32.52] G.O.A.T. with all the success, the negative press, I'm watchin' it pile (uh)\n[00:35.70] They sayin' that black music dyin', I'm sayin', \"They wipin' us out!\"\n[00:39.19] But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now\n[00:42.46] Whatever I do is N.Y., I'm keepin' it Queens 'cause that's my side\n[00:45.46] I shook up the town, I shook up the city, I shook up the state\n[00:48.74] I'm with 21 on my second run, this shit come with age\n[00:51.61] It's a conversation (woo!), It's determination\n[00:54.87] Your interpretation, I just shocked the nation (oh)\n[00:58.21] Did my tour with The Wu', I came back and I set the pace (whoa)\n[01:01.32] They just ran in one of my cribs and took what? 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This hood politics\n\nAcknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\nSeeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\nPolice watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\nOne knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\nBut my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\nBus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\nRicochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\nBlackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n\nThis is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\nHoodrats, don't abortion your womb\nWe need more warriors soon\nSent from the stars, sun and the moon\nIn this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\nStick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\nIf you really think you ready to die with .9s out\nThis is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n\nYo, all I need is one mic\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\nAll I need is one mic (yeah)\n\nAll I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\nOne prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\nMatter of fact, maybe more than one\nLook back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\nJesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\nFrom twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\nWhich means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\nEverybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\nNever gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\nNothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\nMy heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\nI let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\nNow I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\nIf y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\nDo more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n\nThere's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\nLead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut\nThat we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\nAll I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\nAll I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\nAll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\nWhat I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\nDon't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\nTalkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\nWonder what my secrets is\nNiggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\nI have none, too late to grab guns\nI'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\nThought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\nWhat you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\nWar gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\nComplete with thick scars\nBrothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\nDrama, where does it start?\nYou know the block was ill as a youngster\nEvery night it was like a cop'll get killed\nBody found in the dumpster\nFor real a hustler, purchased my Range\nNiggas throwin' dirt on my name\nJealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\nBitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\nShoulda knew she wasn't true\nShe came to me when her man caught a sentence\nDiamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\nMovin' with a change of pace\nLighter load, see now the king is straight\nSwellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\nHeard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\nThis is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\nYou need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n\nAll I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\nAll I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\nAll I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\nAll I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.38] One time, yeah, yeah\n[00:13.62] Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\n[00:16.76] One nigga front, my face on the front page\n[00:19.26] Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\n[00:22.21] One God to show me how to do things his son did\n[00:24.95] Pure, like a cup of virgin blood\n[00:27.16] Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\n[00:30.53] Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\n[00:32.99] Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics\n[00:35.75] Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\n[00:38.19] Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\n[00:40.73] Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\n[00:43.44] One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\n[00:46.18] But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\n[00:48.66] Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\n[00:51.23] Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\n[00:53.83] Blackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n[00:56.48] This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n[00:59.15] 'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\n[01:01.55] Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb\n[01:03.37] We need more warriors soon\n[01:05.03] Sent from the stars, sun and the moon\n[01:06.71] In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\n[01:09.32] Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\n[01:11.95] If you really think you ready to die with .9s out\n[01:14.67] This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n[01:17.03] Yo, all I need is one mic\n[01:21.92] All I need is one mic (that's all I need)\n[01:26.83] All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\n[01:32.42] All I need is one mic (yeah)\n[01:37.78] All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\n[01:40.43] One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\n[01:43.44] Matter of fact, maybe more than one\n[01:45.23] Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\n[01:48.69] Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\n[01:51.46] From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\n[01:54.10] Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n[01:56.54] 27 hit your crew, six went into you\n[01:59.09] Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\n[02:01.98] Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\n[02:04.69] Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\n[02:07.19] My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\n[02:09.60] I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\n[02:12.23] Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\n[02:14.88] If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\n[02:17.57] Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n[02:20.16] There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\n[02:23.31] Lead flyin', feel it? 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Fooled you niggas\n[03:12.50] What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\n[03:15.12] War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\n[03:17.89] Complete with thick scars\n[03:19.06] Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\n[03:21.32] Drama, where does it start?\n[03:22.84] You know the block was ill as a youngster\n[03:24.75] Every night it was like a cop'll get killed\n[03:26.90] Body found in the dumpster\n[03:28.21] For real a hustler, purchased my Range\n[03:29.84] Niggas throwin' dirt on my name\n[03:31.20] Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n[03:33.25] Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\n[03:35.12] Shoulda knew she wasn't true\n[03:36.58] She came to me when her man caught a sentence\n[03:38.61] Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\n[03:40.93] Movin' with a change of pace\n[03:42.22] Lighter load, see now the king is straight\n[03:44.13] Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\n[03:46.41] Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\n[03:49.04] This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\n[03:51.98] You need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n[03:53.90] All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\n[03:59.19] All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\n[04:04.39] All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\n[04:09.46] All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)\n[04:15.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Mic\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas Collection\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One time, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 6380\n  end_ms: 13620\n- text: Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\n  start_ms: 13620\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: One nigga front, my face on the front page\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19260\n- text: Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\n  start_ms: 19260\n  end_ms: 22210\n- text: One God to show me how to do things his son did\n  start_ms: 22210\n  end_ms: 24950\n- text: Pure, like a cup of virgin blood\n  start_ms: 24950\n  end_ms: 27160\n- text: Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 27160\n  end_ms: 30530\n- text: Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\n  start_ms: 30530\n  end_ms: 32990\n- text: Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? 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I feel it in my gut\n  That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n  'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\n  All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\n  All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\n  All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\n  All I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\n  All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\n  What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\n  Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\n  Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\n  Wonder what my secrets is\n  Niggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\n  I have none, too late to grab guns\n  I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\n  Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? 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This hood politics\n\nAcknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\nSeeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\nPolice watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\nOne knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\nBut my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\nBus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\nRicochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\nBlackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n\nThis is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\nHoodrats, don't abortion your womb\nWe need more warriors soon\nSent from the stars, sun and the moon\nIn this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\nStick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\nIf you really think you ready to die with .9s out\nThis is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n\nYo, all I need is one mic\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\nAll I need is one mic (yeah)\n\nAll I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\nOne prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\nMatter of fact, maybe more than one\nLook back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\nJesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\nFrom twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\nWhich means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n27 hit your crew, six went into you\n\nEverybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\nNever gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\nNothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\nMy heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\nI let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\nNow I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\nIf y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\nDo more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n\nThere's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\nLead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut\nThat we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\nAll I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\nAll I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\nAll I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\nAll I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\nAll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\nWhat I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\nDon't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\nTalkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\nWonder what my secrets is\nNiggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\nI have none, too late to grab guns\nI'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\nThought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\nWhat you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\nWar gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\nComplete with thick scars\nBrothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\nDrama, where does it start?\nYou know the block was ill as a youngster\nEvery night it was like a cop'll get killed\nBody found in the dumpster\nFor real a hustler, purchased my Range\nNiggas throwin' dirt on my name\nJealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\nBitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\nShoulda knew she wasn't true\nShe came to me when her man caught a sentence\nDiamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\nMovin' with a change of pace\nLighter load, see now the king is straight\nSwellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\nHeard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\nThis is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\nYou need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n\nAll I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\nAll I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\nAll I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\nAll I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.38]One time, yeah, yeah\n[00:13.62]Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\n[00:16.76]One nigga front, my face on the front page\n[00:19.26]Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\n[00:22.21]One God to show me how to do things his son did\n[00:24.95]Pure, like a cup of virgin blood\n[00:27.16]Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\n[00:30.53]Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\n[00:32.99]Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics\n[00:35.75]Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages\n[00:38.19]Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us\n[00:40.73]Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us\n[00:43.44]One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?\n[00:46.18]But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again\n[00:48.66]Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken\n[00:51.23]Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in\n[00:53.83]Blackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit!\n[00:56.48]This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it\n[00:59.15]'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown\n[01:01.55]Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb\n[01:03.37]We need more warriors soon\n[01:05.03]Sent from the stars, sun and the moon\n[01:06.71]In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers\n[01:09.32]Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors\n[01:11.95]If you really think you ready to die with .9s out\n[01:14.67]This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!\n[01:17.03]Yo, all I need is one mic\n[01:21.92]All I need is one mic (that's all I need)\n[01:26.83]All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)\n[01:32.42]All I need is one mic (yeah)\n[01:37.78]All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen\n[01:40.43]One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin\n[01:43.44]Matter of fact, maybe more than one\n[01:45.23]Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them!\n[01:48.69]Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots\n[01:51.46]From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32\n[01:54.10]Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17\n[01:56.54]27 hit your crew, six went into you\n[01:59.09]Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral\n[02:01.98]Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent\n[02:04.69]Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs\n[02:07.19]My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air\n[02:09.60]I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times\n[02:12.23]Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s\n[02:14.88]If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis\n[02:17.57]Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty\n[02:20.16]There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush\n[02:23.31]Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut\n[02:25.64]That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n[02:27.93]'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n[02:30.27]All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\n[02:35.31]All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\n[02:40.46]All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\n[02:45.68]All I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n[02:50.93]All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\n[02:54.40]What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\n[02:57.46]Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\n[02:59.46]Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\n[03:02.11]Wonder what my secrets is\n[03:03.78]Niggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\n[03:06.87]I have none, too late to grab guns\n[03:08.60]I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\n[03:10.01]Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n[03:12.50]What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\n[03:15.12]War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\n[03:17.89]Complete with thick scars\n[03:19.06]Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\n[03:21.32]Drama, where does it start?\n[03:22.84]You know the block was ill as a youngster\n[03:24.75]Every night it was like a cop'll get killed\n[03:26.90]Body found in the dumpster\n[03:28.21]For real a hustler, purchased my Range\n[03:29.84]Niggas throwin' dirt on my name\n[03:31.20]Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n[03:33.25]Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\n[03:35.12]Shoulda knew she wasn't true\n[03:36.58]She came to me when her man caught a sentence\n[03:38.61]Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\n[03:40.93]Movin' with a change of pace\n[03:42.22]Lighter load, see now the king is straight\n[03:44.13]Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\n[03:46.41]Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\n[03:49.04]This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\n[03:51.98]You need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n[03:53.90]All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\n[03:59.19]All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\n[04:04.39]All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\n[04:09.46]All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)\n[04:15.34]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Mic\n  artist: Nas\n  album: One Mic (Remix) + Made You Look [CDM]\n  duration_ms: 273973\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One time, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 6380\n  end_ms: 13620\n- text: Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage\n  start_ms: 13620\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: One nigga front, my face on the front page\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19260\n- text: Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib\n  start_ms: 19260\n  end_ms: 22210\n- text: One God to show me how to do things his son did\n  start_ms: 22210\n  end_ms: 24950\n- text: Pure, like a cup of virgin blood\n  start_ms: 24950\n  end_ms: 27160\n- text: Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 27160\n  end_ms: 30530\n- text: Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit\n  start_ms: 30530\n  end_ms: 32990\n- text: Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? 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I feel it in my gut\n  That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down\n  'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!\n\n  All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)\n  All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)\n  All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)\n  All I need is one mic (this is all I need)\n\n  All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man\n  What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand\n  Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical\n  Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do\n  Wonder what my secrets is\n  Niggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is\n  I have none, too late to grab guns\n  I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga\n  Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas\n\n  What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'\n  War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'\n  Complete with thick scars\n  Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards\n  Drama, where does it start?\n  You know the block was ill as a youngster\n  Every night it was like a cop'll get killed\n  Body found in the dumpster\n  For real a hustler, purchased my Range\n  Niggas throwin' dirt on my name\n  Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain\n\n  Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished\n  Shoulda knew she wasn't true\n  She came to me when her man caught a sentence\n  Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes\n  Movin' with a change of pace\n  Lighter load, see now the king is straight\n  Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real\n  Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?\n  This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found\n  You need some soul-searchin', the time is now\n\n  All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\n  All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)\n  All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)\n  All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)\n"}]