[{"id":27054900,"name":"Nas - Purple","trackName":"Nas - Purple","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas   The Lost Tapes","duration":219.590625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Light it, uh\nLight it up, uh\n\nThe whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\nI don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers\nWhy it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro\nHate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\nWrite it, across the stomach spell God son\nLife is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\nMatter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\nMost of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\nHalf of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\nMade the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\nWhere they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\nA younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\nSame walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\nA thug dies, another step inside his shoes\nAnd they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\nI'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\nLight it, light it, uh\nYeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\nY'all just wanna deal with drama\nTalk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\nEverything you into is underworld related\nYou sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\nYou don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\nTo pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\nThink of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\nEverybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\nStill standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\nYou a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\nYou got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\nTrustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\nThe hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\nA bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\nThat ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\nWhose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\nUnmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\nSomebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\nInstead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\nLookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\nWeed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\nHe sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\nCold-blooded murderers, universal\nHood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\nLight it up, light it up light it up, uh\nLight it up, light it up, light it up, uh\nUh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\nThese hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\nReactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\nAnd murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\nWhen we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\nDrug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\nInstead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\nPeople shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\nAnd on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\nAm I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\nOr did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\nIt's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\nPhotograph pictures of, suspect faces\nIt's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\nBut if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\nA divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\nI dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\nThis Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\nAnd Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\nThis is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\nSo, my state of mind's all purple","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.46] Light it, uh\n[00:04.93] Light it up, uh\n[00:07.33] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\n[00:09.94] I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers\n[00:12.67] Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro\n[00:15.35] Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\n[00:17.39] Write it, across the stomach spell God son\n[00:19.88] Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\n[00:22.63] Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\n[00:24.66] Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\n[00:27.10] Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n[00:29.77] Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\n[00:32.28] Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\n[00:34.51] A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\n[00:37.37] Same walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\n[00:40.41] A thug dies, another step inside his shoes\n[00:42.65] And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\n[00:44.74] I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n[00:48.78] \n[00:52.05] Light it, light it, uh\n[01:00.87] Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n[01:07.07] Y'all just wanna deal with drama\n[01:08.74] Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\n[01:11.97] Everything you into is underworld related\n[01:14.17] You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\n[01:16.88] You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\n[01:19.13] To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\n[01:21.43] Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\n[01:24.28] Everybody's under six feet of ground but you\n[01:26.56] Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\n[01:29.02] You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\n[01:31.57] You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\n[01:33.92] Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\n[01:36.46] The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\n[01:38.90] A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\n[01:41.57] That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\n[01:43.83] Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n[01:46.56] Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\n[01:49.46] Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\n[01:51.31] Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\n[01:53.89] Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\n[01:56.43] Weed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\n[01:58.82] He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\n[02:01.37] Cold-blooded murderers, universal\n[02:03.52] Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n[02:08.13] Light it up, light it up light it up, uh\n[02:13.14] Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh\n[02:21.23] Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n[02:26.00] These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\n[02:28.59] Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\n[02:31.09] And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\n[02:33.47] When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\n[02:35.96] Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\n[02:38.33] Instead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\n[02:41.24] People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\n[02:43.34] And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n[02:46.12] Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\n[02:48.07] Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\n[02:50.98] It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\n[02:53.70] Photograph pictures of, suspect faces\n[02:56.04] It's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n[02:58.10] But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\n[03:00.87] A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\n[03:03.26] I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\n[03:05.87] This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\n[03:08.17] And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\n[03:10.63] This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\n[03:13.80] So, my state of mind's all purple\n[03:15.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nas - Purple\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas   The Lost Tapes\n  duration_ms: 219591\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Light it, uh\n  start_ms: 2460\n  end_ms: 4930\n- text: Light it up, uh\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 7330\n- text: The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\n  start_ms: 7330\n  end_ms: 9940\n- text: I don't like the way P. 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Fuck it, it's just an intro\n  Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\n  Write it, across the stomach spell God son\n  Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\n  Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\n  Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\n  Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\n  Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\n  Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\n  A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\n  Same walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\n  A thug dies, another step inside his shoes\n  And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\n  I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\n  Light it, light it, uh\n  Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\n  Y'all just wanna deal with drama\n  Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\n  Everything you into is underworld related\n  You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\n  You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\n  To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\n  Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\n  Everybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\n  Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\n  You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\n  You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\n  Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\n  The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\n  A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\n  That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\n  Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\n  Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\n  Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\n  Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\n  Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\n  Weed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\n  He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\n  Cold-blooded murderers, universal\n  Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\n  Light it up, light it up light it up, uh\n  Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh\n  Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\n  These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\n  Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\n  And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\n  When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\n  Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\n  Instead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\n  People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\n  And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\n  Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\n  Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\n  It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\n  Photograph pictures of, suspect faces\n  It's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\n  But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\n  A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\n  I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\n  This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\n  And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\n  This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\n  So, my state of mind's all purple\n"},{"id":1617176,"name":"Purple","trackName":"Purple","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"iTunes Originals: Nas","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Light it, uh\nLight it up, uh\n\nThe whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\nI don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers\nWhy it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro\nHate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\nWrite it, across the stomach spell God son\nLife is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\nMatter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\nMost of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\nHalf of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\nMade the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\nWhere they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\nA younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\nSame walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\nA thug dies, another step inside his shoes\nAnd they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\nI'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\nLight it, light it, uh\nYeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\nY'all just wanna deal with drama\nTalk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\nEverything you into is underworld related\nYou sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\nYou don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\nTo pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\nThink of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\nEverybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\nStill standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\nYou a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\nYou got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\nTrustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\nThe hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\nA bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\nThat ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\nWhose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\nUnmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\nSomebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\nInstead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\nLookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\nWeed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\nHe sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\nCold-blooded murderers, universal\nHood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\nLight it up, light it up light it up, uh\nLight it up, light it up, light it up, uh\nUh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\nThese hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\nReactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\nAnd murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\nWhen we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\nDrug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\nInstead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\nPeople shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\nAnd on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\nAm I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\nOr did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\nIt's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\nPhotograph pictures of, suspect faces\nIt's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\nBut if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\nA divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\nI dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\nThis Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\nAnd Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\nThis is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\nSo, my state of mind's all purple","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.40] Light it, uh\n[00:04.93] Light it up, uh\n[00:07.31] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\n[00:09.91] I don't like the way P. 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Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers\n  Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro\n  Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\n  Write it, across the stomach spell God son\n  Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\n  Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\n  Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\n  Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\n  Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\n  Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\n  A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\n  Same walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\n  A thug dies, another step inside his shoes\n  And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\n  I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\n  Light it, light it, uh\n  Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\n  Y'all just wanna deal with drama\n  Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\n  Everything you into is underworld related\n  You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\n  You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\n  To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\n  Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\n  Everybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\n  Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\n  You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\n  You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\n  Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\n  The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\n  A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\n  That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\n  Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\n  Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\n  Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\n  Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\n  Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\n  Weed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\n  He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\n  Cold-blooded murderers, universal\n  Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\n  Light it up, light it up light it up, uh\n  Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh\n  Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\n  These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\n  Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\n  And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\n  When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\n  Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\n  Instead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\n  People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\n  And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\n  Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\n  Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\n  It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\n  Photograph pictures of, suspect faces\n  It's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\n  But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\n  A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\n  I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\n  This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\n  And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\n  This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\n  So, my state of mind's all purple\n"},{"id":20214201,"name":"Purple","trackName":"Purple","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas - 2002 - The Lost Tapes","duration":169.299592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Light it, uh\nLight it up, uh\n\nThe whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\nI don't like the way P. 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Fuck it, it's just an intro\nHate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\nWrite it, across the stomach spell God son\nLife is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\nMatter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\nMost of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\nHalf of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\nMade the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\nWhere they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\nA younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\nSame walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\nA thug dies, another step inside his shoes\nAnd they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\nI'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\nLight it, light it, uh\nYeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\nY'all just wanna deal with drama\nTalk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\nEverything you into is underworld related\nYou sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\nYou don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\nTo pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\nThink of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\nEverybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\nStill standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\nYou a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\nYou got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\nTrustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\nThe hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\nA bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\nThat ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\nWhose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\nUnmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\nSomebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\nInstead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\nLookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\nWeed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\nHe sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\nCold-blooded murderers, universal\nHood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\nLight it up, light it up light it up, uh\nLight it up, light it up, light it up, uh\nUh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\nThese hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\nReactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\nAnd murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\nWhen we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\nDrug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\nInstead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\nPeople shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\nAnd on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\nAm I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\nOr did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\nIt's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\nPhotograph pictures of, suspect faces\nIt's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\nBut if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\nA divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\nI dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\nThis Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\nAnd Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\nThis is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\nSo, my state of mind's all purple","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.40] Light it, uh\n[00:04.93] Light it up, uh\n[00:07.31] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\n[00:09.91] I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers\n[00:12.68] Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro\n[00:15.30] Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\n[00:17.35] Write it, across the stomach spell God son\n[00:19.85] Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\n[00:22.65] Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\n[00:24.65] Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\n[00:27.18] Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n[00:29.72] Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\n[00:32.22] Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\n[00:34.53] A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\n[00:37.38] Same walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\n[00:40.44] A thug dies, another step inside his shoes\n[00:42.60] And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\n[00:44.72] I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n[00:48.76] \n[00:52.03] Light it, light it, uh\n[01:00.88] Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n[01:07.07] Y'all just wanna deal with drama\n[01:08.75] Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\n[01:11.99] Everything you into is underworld related\n[01:14.13] You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\n[01:16.87] You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\n[01:19.16] To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\n[01:21.45] Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\n[01:24.23] Everybody's under six feet of ground but you\n[01:26.55] Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\n[01:29.04] You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\n[01:31.50] You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\n[01:33.96] Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\n[01:36.47] The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\n[01:38.91] A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\n[01:41.58] That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\n[01:43.85] Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n[01:46.51] Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\n[01:49.43] Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\n[01:51.31] Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\n[01:53.87] Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\n[01:56.49] Weed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\n[01:58.89] He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\n[02:01.39] Cold-blooded murderers, universal\n[02:03.52] Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n[02:08.13] Light it up, light it up light it up, uh\n[02:13.18] Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh\n[02:21.25] Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n[02:25.95] These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\n[02:28.50] Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\n[02:31.09] And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\n[02:33.43] When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\n[02:35.98] Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\n[02:38.35] Instead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\n[02:41.22] People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\n[02:43.31] And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n[02:46.12] Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\n[02:48.09] Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\n[02:50.97] It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\n[02:53.75] Photograph pictures of, suspect faces\n[02:56.04] It's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n[02:58.11] But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\n[03:00.85] A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\n[03:03.20] I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\n[03:05.88] This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\n[03:08.16] And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\n[03:10.68] This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\n[03:13.84] So, my state of mind's all purple\n[03:15.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Purple\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas - 2002 - The Lost Tapes\n  duration_ms: 169300\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Light it, uh\n  start_ms: 2400\n  end_ms: 4930\n- text: Light it up, uh\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 7310\n- text: The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\n  start_ms: 7310\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: I don't like the way P. 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Fuck it, it's just an intro\nHate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\nWrite it, across the stomach spell God son\nLife is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\nMatter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\nMost of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\nHalf of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\nMade the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\nWhere they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\nA younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\nSame walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\nA thug dies, another step inside his shoes\nAnd they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\nI'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\nLight it, light it, uh\nYeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\nY'all just wanna deal with drama\nTalk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\nEverything you into is underworld related\nYou sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\nYou don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\nTo pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\nThink of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\nEverybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\nStill standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\nYou a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\nYou got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\nTrustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\nThe hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\nA bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\nThat ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\nWhose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\nUnmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\nSomebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\nInstead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\nLookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\nWeed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\nHe sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\nCold-blooded murderers, universal\nHood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\nLight it up, light it up light it up, uh\nLight it up, light it up, light it up, uh\nUh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\nThese hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\nReactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\nAnd murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\nWhen we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\nDrug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\nInstead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\nPeople shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\nAnd on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\nAm I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\nOr did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\nIt's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\nPhotograph pictures of, suspect faces\nIt's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\nBut if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\nA divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\nI dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\nThis Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\nAnd Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\nThis is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\nSo, my state of mind's all purple","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.36] Light it, uh\n[00:04.71] Light it up, uh\n[00:07.34] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\n[00:09.92] I don't like the way P. 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Fuck it, it's just an intro\n  Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\n  Write it, across the stomach spell God son\n  Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\n  Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\n  Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\n  Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\n  Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\n  Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\n  A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\n  Same walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\n  A thug dies, another step inside his shoes\n  And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\n  I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\n  Light it, light it, uh\n  Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\n  Y'all just wanna deal with drama\n  Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\n  Everything you into is underworld related\n  You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\n  You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\n  To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\n  Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\n  Everybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\n  Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\n  You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\n  You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\n  Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\n  The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\n  A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\n  That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\n  Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\n  Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\n  Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\n  Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\n  Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\n  Weed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\n  He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\n  Cold-blooded murderers, universal\n  Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\n  Light it up, light it up light it up, uh\n  Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh\n  Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\n  These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\n  Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\n  And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\n  When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\n  Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\n  Instead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\n  People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\n  And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\n  Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\n  Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\n  It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\n  Photograph pictures of, suspect faces\n  It's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\n  But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\n  A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\n  I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\n  This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\n  And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\n  This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\n  So, my state of mind's all purple\n"},{"id":30338995,"name":"Purple","trackName":"Purple","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Gods Son (Bootleg)","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Light it, uh\nLight it up, uh\n\nThe whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\nI don't like the way P. 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Fuck it, it's just an intro\n  Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\n  Write it, across the stomach spell God son\n  Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\n  Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\n  Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\n  Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\n  Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\n  Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\n  A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\n  Same walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\n  A thug dies, another step inside his shoes\n  And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\n  I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\n  Light it, light it, uh\n  Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\n  Y'all just wanna deal with drama\n  Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\n  Everything you into is underworld related\n  You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\n  You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\n  To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\n  Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\n  Everybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\n  Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\n  You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\n  You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\n  Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\n  The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\n  A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\n  That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\n  Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\n  Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\n  Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\n  Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\n  Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\n  Weed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\n  He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\n  Cold-blooded murderers, universal\n  Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\n  Light it up, light it up light it up, uh\n  Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh\n  Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\n  These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\n  Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\n  And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\n  When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\n  Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\n  Instead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\n  People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\n  And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\n  Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\n  Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\n  It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\n  Photograph pictures of, suspect faces\n  It's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\n  But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\n  A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\n  I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\n  This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\n  And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\n  This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\n  So, my state of mind's all purple\n"},{"id":23814767,"name":"Purple","trackName":"Purple","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"iTunes Originals","duration":219.611429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Light it, uh\nLight it up, uh\n\nThe whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\nI don't like the way P. 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Fuck it, it's just an intro\nHate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\nWrite it, across the stomach spell God son\nLife is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\nMatter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\nMost of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\nHalf of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n\nMade the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\nWhere they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\nA younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\nSame walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\nA thug dies, another step inside his shoes\nAnd they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\nI'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n\nLight it, light it, uh\nYeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n\nY'all just wanna deal with drama\nTalk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\nEverything you into is underworld related\nYou sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\nYou don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\nTo pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\nThink of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\nEverybody's under six feet of ground but you\n\nStill standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\nYou a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\nYou got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\nTrustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\nThe hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\nA bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\nThat ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\nWhose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n\nUnmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\nSomebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\nInstead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\nLookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\nWeed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\nHe sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\nCold-blooded murderers, universal\nHood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n\nLight it up, light it up light it up, uh\nLight it up, light it up, light it up, uh\nUh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n\nThese hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\nReactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\nAnd murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\nWhen we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\nDrug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\nInstead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\nPeople shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\nAnd on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n\nAm I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\nOr did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\nIt's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\nPhotograph pictures of, suspect faces\nIt's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n\nBut if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\nA divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\nI dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\nThis Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\nAnd Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\nThis is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\nSo, my state of mind's all purple","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.40] Light it, uh\n[00:04.93] Light it up, uh\n[00:07.31] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\n[00:09.91] I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers\n[00:12.68] Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro\n[00:15.30] Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it\n[00:17.35] Write it, across the stomach spell God son\n[00:19.85] Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan\n[00:22.65] Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine\n[00:24.65] Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities\n[00:27.18] Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots\n[00:29.72] Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block\n[00:32.22] Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place\n[00:34.53] A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that\n[00:37.38] Same walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible?\n[00:40.44] A thug dies, another step inside his shoes\n[00:42.60] And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle\n[00:44.72] I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple\n[00:48.76] \n[00:52.03] Light it, light it, uh\n[01:00.88] Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh\n[01:07.07] Y'all just wanna deal with drama\n[01:08.75] Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama\n[01:11.99] Everything you into is underworld related\n[01:14.13] You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred\n[01:16.87] You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers\n[01:19.16] To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder\n[01:21.45] Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you\n[01:24.23] Everybody's under six feet of ground but you\n[01:26.55] Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real\n[01:29.04] You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill\n[01:31.50] You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready\n[01:33.96] Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly\n[01:36.47] The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day\n[01:38.91] A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away\n[01:41.58] That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes\n[01:43.85] Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?\n[01:46.51] Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God\n[01:49.43] Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars\n[01:51.31] Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror\n[01:53.87] Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya\n[01:56.49] Weed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny\n[01:58.89] He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many\n[02:01.39] Cold-blooded murderers, universal\n[02:03.52] Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple\n[02:08.13] Light it up, light it up light it up, uh\n[02:13.18] Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh\n[02:21.25] Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh\n[02:25.95] These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble\n[02:28.50] Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated\n[02:31.09] And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'\n[02:33.43] When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail\n[02:35.98] Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'\n[02:38.35] Instead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science?\n[02:41.22] People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd\n[02:43.31] And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him\n[02:46.12] Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?\n[02:48.09] Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in\n[02:50.97] It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots\n[02:53.75] Photograph pictures of, suspect faces\n[02:56.04] It's usually, two or three niggas who innocent\n[02:58.11] But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch\n[03:00.85] A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair\n[03:03.20] I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair\n[03:05.88] This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy\n[03:08.16] And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me\n[03:10.68] This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you\n[03:13.84] So, my state of mind's all purple\n[03:15.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Purple\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Queensbridge Murderer\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Light it, uh\n  start_ms: 2400\n  end_ms: 4930\n- text: Light it up, uh\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 7310\n- text: The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don\n  start_ms: 7310\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: I don't like the way P. 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