[{"id":15632199,"name":"Rare","trackName":"Rare","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas Videos","duration":303.678,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, I'm in rare form (rare form)\nNiggas speak down on my name\nLike I wasn't there for 'em (there for 'em)\nTalk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days\nThey want me back in my ways\nChipped tooth and the fade (tooth and the fade)\n\nUh, musically I'm on Mars\nWalkin' all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars\nI rock it like Lenny\nThinkin' like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar\nStanding in front of where they shot Ahmaud\nAnd said we gotta know who we are (know who we are)\n\nUh, I'm in rare form (rare form)\nWearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin'\nToo many young gods beef over nothin'\nWhen you get money, you know that it's comin'\nSayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid\nWe the most hunted, uh\n\nI got my Mets hat on to the back\nY'all already know where we goin' with the stats\nHall of fame only, kings and queens only\nThey all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me\nYeah, I'm in rare form (rare form)\nY'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone)\nStudyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche\nYou gotta call on the chopper to reach me\nHomie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\nIce in my veins, I make it look easy\n\nMentally, I'm in Queens\nMo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\nLet 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\nThey see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\nThey just not evolvin' the same\n\nMe and HB is too rare\nI'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\nAin't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\nI'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\nYou know what they say, KD the wave\nI'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n\n(All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\nI'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n(All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n\nLevels of Tarantino\nCurvin' my ego, even though he know\nEmpty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos\nWhat they especially praise is the ethos\nStacks on blackjack, movin' my chips\nNo superstition to make me get rich\nI'm with this chick, just one I brought today\nIn between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier\n\nRose gold, I copped her a set\nRunway, hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet\nI said I need that Dom, off the respect\nWe havin' conversations, niggas show me property then\nI call my nigga and I tell him, \"Yo, I gotta be there\"\nSalmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log\nBig dawg affair, no kids involved\n\nRoundtable havin' war council\nPress one button, it'll change the world around you\nToo rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my street wear\nYou're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair\nIt's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street\nOn me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's\n\n(Hit-Boy)\nWe been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\nLook inside my mind, see a gold mine\nI'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\nYou keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind\nBraveheart energy, fuck all of the enemies\nXO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me\nI'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin'\n\nComprende?\nWe've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\nLook inside my mind, see a gold mine\nI'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\nComprende?\nIt's up, Hit-Boy, you on some other shit\nWe on some other shit, comprende?\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:56.34] Yo, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n[00:58.32] Niggas speak down on my name\n[00:59.77] Like I wasn't there for 'em (there for 'em)\n[01:01.68] Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days\n[01:04.70] They want me back in my ways\n[01:05.94] Chipped tooth and the fade (tooth and the fade)\n[01:30.90] Uh, musically I'm on Mars\n[01:33.37] Walkin' all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars\n[01:36.26] I rock it like Lenny\n[01:37.07] Thinkin' like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar\n[01:39.07] Standing in front of where they shot Ahmaud\n[01:40.53] And said we gotta know who we are (know who we are)\n[01:43.40] Uh, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n[01:45.53] Wearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin'\n[01:47.90] Too many young gods beef over nothin'\n[01:49.52] When you get money, you know that it's comin'\n[01:51.33] Sayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid\n[01:52.84] We the most hunted, uh\n[01:54.04] I got my Mets hat on to the back\n[01:58.21] Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats\n[02:01.06] Hall of fame only, kings and queens only\n[02:04.08] They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me\n[02:07.96] Yeah, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n[02:10.49] Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone)\n[02:13.17] Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche\n[02:14.45] You gotta call on the chopper to reach me\n[02:16.08] Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n[02:17.64] Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n[02:20.72] Mentally, I'm in Queens\n[02:22.52] Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n[02:25.49] Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n[02:28.27] They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\n[02:29.84] They just not evolvin' the same\n[02:32.86] Me and HB is too rare\n[02:34.46] I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n[02:37.54] Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n[02:38.80] I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\n[02:40.66] You know what they say, KD the wave\n[02:41.81] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[02:43.87] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[02:50.53] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[02:52.38] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[02:59.81] Levels of Tarantino\n[03:00.94] Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n[03:02.92] Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos\n[03:05.81] What they especially praise is the ethos\n[03:08.56] Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips\n[03:10.46] No superstition to make me get rich\n[03:12.55] I'm with this chick, just one I brought today\n[03:14.31] In between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier\n[03:16.87] Rose gold, I copped her a set\n[03:18.02] Runway, hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet\n[03:21.39] I said I need that Dom, off the respect\n[03:23.33] We havin' conversations, niggas show me property then\n[03:25.82] I call my nigga and I tell him, \"Yo, I gotta be there\"\n[03:28.47] Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log\n[03:31.49] Big dawg affair, no kids involved\n[03:34.50] Roundtable havin' war council\n[03:36.01] Press one button, it'll change the world around you\n[03:38.72] Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my street wear\n[03:41.42] You're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair\n[03:44.50] It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street\n[03:47.39] On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's\n[03:51.16] (Hit-Boy)\n[03:52.06] We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n[03:52.84] Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n[03:56.41] I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n[03:58.97] You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind\n[04:01.11] Braveheart energy, fuck all of the enemies\n[04:03.82] XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me\n[04:06.44] I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin'\n[04:09.14] Comprende?\n[04:10.71] We've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n[04:14.55] Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n[04:17.28] I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n[04:19.54] Comprende?\n[04:21.76] It's up, Hit-Boy, you on some other shit\n[04:24.85] We on some other shit, comprende?\n[04:28.69] Yeah\n[04:30.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rare\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas Videos\n  duration_ms: 303678\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  start_ms: 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 Niggas speak down on my name\n  Like I wasn't there for 'em (there for 'em)\n  Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days\n  They want me back in my ways\n  Chipped tooth and the fade (tooth and the fade)\n\n  Uh, musically I'm on Mars\n  Walkin' all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars\n  I rock it like Lenny\n  Thinkin' like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar\n  Standing in front of where they shot Ahmaud\n  And said we gotta know who we are (know who we are)\n\n  Uh, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Wearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin'\n  Too many young gods beef over nothin'\n  When you get money, you know that it's comin'\n  Sayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid\n  We the most hunted, uh\n\n  I got my Mets hat on to the back\n  Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats\n  Hall of fame only, kings and queens only\n  They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me\n  Yeah, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone)\n  Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche\n  You gotta call on the chopper to reach me\n  Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n  Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n\n  Mentally, I'm in Queens\n  Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n  Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n  They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\n  They just not evolvin' the same\n\n  Me and HB is too rare\n  I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n  Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n  I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\n  You know what they say, KD the wave\n  I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n\n  (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n  I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n  (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n\n  Levels of Tarantino\n  Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n  Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos\n  What they especially praise is the ethos\n  Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips\n  No superstition to make me get rich\n  I'm with this chick, just one I brought today\n  In between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier\n\n  Rose gold, I copped her a set\n  Runway, hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet\n  I said I need that Dom, off the respect\n  We havin' conversations, niggas show me property then\n  I call my nigga and I tell him, \"Yo, I gotta be there\"\n  Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log\n  Big dawg affair, no kids involved\n\n  Roundtable havin' war council\n  Press one button, it'll change the world around you\n  Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my street wear\n  You're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair\n  It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street\n  On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's\n\n  (Hit-Boy)\n  We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n  Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n  I'm my own 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don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n[01:12.46] Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n[01:15.49] Mentally, I'm in Queens\n[01:17.29] Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n[01:20.27] Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n[01:23.31] They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\n[01:24.93] They just not evolvin' the same\n[01:27.72] Me and HB is too rare\n[01:29.52] I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n[01:32.38] Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n[01:33.81] I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\n[01:35.45] You know what they say, KD the wave\n[01:36.95] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[01:38.85] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[01:43.05] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[01:45.19] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[01:47.64] \n[01:54.12] Levels of Tarantino\n[01:55.73] Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n[01:58.03] Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and 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days\n(All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n\nLevels of Tarantino\nCurvin' my ego, even though he know\nEmpty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos\nWhat they especially praise is the ethos\nStacks on blackjack, movin' my chips\nNo superstition to make me get rich\nI'm with this chick, just one I brought today\nIn between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier\n\nRose gold, I copped her a set\nRunway, hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet\nI said I need that Dom, off the respect\nWe havin' conversations, niggas show me property then\nI call my nigga and I tell him, \"Yo, I gotta be there\"\nSalmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log\nBig dawg affair, no kids involved\n\nRoundtable havin' war council\nPress one button, it'll change the world around you\nToo rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my street wear\nYou're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair\nIt's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street\nOn me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for 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to reach me\n[02:16.08] Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n[02:17.64] Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n[02:20.72] Mentally, I'm in Queens\n[02:22.52] Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n[02:25.49] Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n[02:28.27] They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\n[02:29.84] They just not evolvin' the same\n[02:32.86] Me and HB is too rare\n[02:34.46] I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n[02:37.54] Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n[02:38.80] I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\n[02:40.66] You know what they say, KD the wave\n[02:41.81] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[02:43.87] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[02:50.53] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[02:52.38] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[02:59.81] Levels of Tarantino\n[03:00.94] Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n[03:02.92] Empty glass of Pinot, 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Yo, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Niggas speak down on my name\n  Like I wasn't there for 'em (there for 'em)\n  Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days\n  They want me back in my ways\n  Chipped tooth and the fade (tooth and the fade)\n\n  Uh, musically I'm on Mars\n  Walkin' all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars\n  I rock it like Lenny\n  Thinkin' like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar\n  Standing in front of where they shot Ahmaud\n  And said we gotta know who we are (know who we are)\n\n  Uh, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Wearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin'\n  Too many young gods beef over nothin'\n  When you get money, you know that it's comin'\n  Sayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid\n  We the most hunted, uh\n\n  I got my Mets hat on to the back\n  Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats\n  Hall of fame only, kings and queens only\n  They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me\n  Yeah, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone)\n  Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche\n  You gotta call on the chopper to reach me\n  Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n  Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n\n  Mentally, I'm in Queens\n  Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n  Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n  They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\n  They just not evolvin' the same\n\n  Me and HB is too rare\n  I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n  Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n  I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\n  You know what they say, KD the wave\n  I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n\n  (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n  I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n  (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n\n  Levels of Tarantino\n  Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n  Empty glass of 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on billionaire\n[01:32.38] Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n[01:33.81] I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\n[01:35.45] You know what they say, KD the wave\n[01:36.95] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[01:38.85] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[01:43.05] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[01:45.19] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[01:47.64] \n[01:54.12] Levels of Tarantino\n[01:55.73] Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n[01:58.03] Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos\n[02:00.99] What they especially praise is the ethos\n[02:03.44] Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips\n[02:05.50] No superstition to make me get rich\n[02:07.42] I'm with this chick, just one I brought today\n[02:09.03] In between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier\n[02:11.69] Rose gold, I copped her a set\n[02:13.07] Runway, hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet\n[02:16.06] I said I need that Dom, off the respect\n[02:18.19] We havin' conversations, niggas show 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to reach me\n[01:10.92] Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n[01:12.46] Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n[01:15.49] Mentally, I'm in Queens\n[01:17.29] Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n[01:20.27] Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n[01:23.31] They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\n[01:24.93] They just not evolvin' the same\n[01:27.72] Me and HB is too rare\n[01:29.52] I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n[01:32.38] Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n[01:33.81] I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\n[01:35.45] You know what they say, KD the wave\n[01:36.95] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[01:38.85] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[01:43.05] I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n[01:45.19] (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n[01:47.64] \n[01:54.12] Levels of Tarantino\n[01:55.73] Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n[01:58.03] Empty glass of 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Yo, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Niggas speak down on my name\n  Like I wasn't there for 'em (there for 'em)\n  Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days\n  They want me back in my ways\n  Chipped tooth and the fade (tooth and the fade)\n\n  Uh, musically I'm on Mars\n  Walkin' all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars\n  I rock it like Lenny\n  Thinkin' like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar\n  Standing in front of where they shot Ahmaud\n  And said we gotta know who we are (know who we are)\n\n  Uh, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Wearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin'\n  Too many young gods beef over nothin'\n  When you get money, you know that it's comin'\n  Sayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid\n  We the most hunted, uh\n\n  I got my Mets hat on to the back\n  Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats\n  Hall of fame only, kings and queens only\n  They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me\n  Yeah, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone)\n  Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche\n  You gotta call on the chopper to reach me\n  Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n  Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n\n  Mentally, I'm in Queens\n  Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n  Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n  They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\n  They just not evolvin' the same\n\n  Me and HB is too rare\n  I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n  Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n  I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face\n  You know what they say, KD the wave\n  I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n\n  (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n  I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n  (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart)\n\n  Levels of Tarantino\n  Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n  Empty glass of 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then\n[02:20.74]I call my nigga and I tell him, \"Yo, I gotta be there\"\n[02:23.27]Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log\n[02:26.66]Big dawg affair, no kids involved\n[02:29.35]Roundtable havin' war council\n[02:31.13]Press one button, it'll change the world around you\n[02:33.66]Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my street wear\n[02:36.34]You're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair\n[02:39.30]It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street\n[02:42.16]On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's\n[02:45.57](Hit-Boy)\n[02:46.01]We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n[02:48.88]Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n[02:51.15]I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n[02:53.61]You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind\n[02:56.24]Braveheart energy, fuck all of the enemies\n[02:58.82]XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me\n[03:01.27]I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even 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(know who we are)\n\n  Uh, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Wearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin'\n  Too many young gods beef over nothin'\n  When you get money, you know that it's comin'\n  Sayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid\n  We the most hunted, uh\n\n  I got my Mets hat on to the back\n  Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats\n  Hall of fame only, kings and queens only\n  They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me\n  Yeah, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone)\n  Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche\n  You gotta call on the chopper to reach me\n  Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n  Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n\n  Mentally, I'm in Queens\n  Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n  Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n  They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain\n  They just 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Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log\n  Big dawg affair, no kids involved\n\n  Roundtable havin' war council\n  Press one button, it'll change the world around you\n  Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my street wear\n  You're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair\n  It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street\n  On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's\n\n  (Hit-Boy)\n  We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n  Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n  I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n  You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind\n  Braveheart energy, fuck all of the enemies\n  XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me\n  I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin'\n\n  Comprende?\n  We've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n  Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n  I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n  Comprende?\n  It's up, Hit-Boy, you on some other shit\n  We on some other shit, 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in rare form (rare form)\n  start_ms: 62380\n  end_ms: 65340\n- text: Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone)\n  start_ms: 65340\n  end_ms: 68120\n- text: Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche\n  start_ms: 68120\n  end_ms: 69620\n- text: You gotta call on the chopper to reach me\n  start_ms: 69620\n  end_ms: 71280\n- text: Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n  start_ms: 71280\n  end_ms: 72580\n- text: Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n  start_ms: 72580\n  end_ms: 75640\n- text: Mentally, I'm in Queens\n  start_ms: 75640\n  end_ms: 77270\n- text: More money more problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n  start_ms: 77270\n  end_ms: 80850\n- text: Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n  start_ms: 80850\n  end_ms: 83240\n- text: They see you shinin' emotions get hard to contain\n  start_ms: 83240\n  end_ms: 85100\n- text: They just not evolvin' the same\n  start_ms: 85100\n  end_ms: 88060\n- text: Me and HB is too rare\n  start_ms: 88060\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92670\n- text: Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n  start_ms: 92670\n  end_ms: 94430\n- text: I'm Prince on the stage, SLAVE on his face\n  start_ms: 94430\n  end_ms: 95680\n- text: You know what they say, KD the wave\n  start_ms: 95680\n  end_ms: 97310\n- text: I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n  start_ms: 97310\n  end_ms: 103440\n- text: I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (Braveheart, Braveheart)\n  start_ms: 103440\n  end_ms: 114420\n- text: Levels on Tarantino\n  start_ms: 114420\n  end_ms: 116010\n- text: Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n  start_ms: 116010\n  end_ms: 118360\n- text: Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos\n  start_ms: 118360\n  end_ms: 120960\n- text: What they especially praise is the ethos\n  start_ms: 120960\n  end_ms: 123750\n- text: Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips\n  start_ms: 123750\n  end_ms: 125810\n- text: No superstition to make me get rich\n  start_ms: 125810\n  end_ms: 127670\n- text: I'm with this chick, just one I brought today\n  start_ms: 127670\n  end_ms: 129430\n- text: In between placin' my bets, we shopped at Cartier\n  start_ms: 129430\n  end_ms: 132000\n- text: Rose gold I copped her a set\n  start_ms: 132000\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: Runway hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136220\n- text: I said I need that Dom, off of respect\n  start_ms: 136220\n  end_ms: 138570\n- text: We havin' conversations, niggas show me property then\n  start_ms: 138570\n  end_ms: 141190\n- text: I call my nigga and I tell him, \"Yo, I gotta be there\"\n  start_ms: 141190\n  end_ms: 143700\n- text: Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, rollin' sticky log\n  start_ms: 143700\n  end_ms: 147110\n- text: Big dawg affair, no kids involved\n  start_ms: 147110\n  end_ms: 149520\n- text: Roundtable havin' war council\n  start_ms: 149520\n  end_ms: 151430\n- text: Press one button, it'll change the world around you\n  start_ms: 151430\n  end_ms: 153700\n- text: Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my streetwear\n  start_ms: 153700\n  end_ms: 156590\n- text: You're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair\n  start_ms: 156590\n  end_ms: 159560\n- text: It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street\n  start_ms: 159560\n  end_ms: 162460\n- text: On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's\n  start_ms: 162460\n  end_ms: 165740\n- text: (Hit-Boy)\n  start_ms: 165740\n  end_ms: 166410\n- text: We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n  start_ms: 166410\n  end_ms: 169270\n- text: Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n  start_ms: 169270\n  end_ms: 171310\n- text: I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n  start_ms: 171310\n  end_ms: 173820\n- text: You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind\n  start_ms: 173820\n  end_ms: 176540\n- text: Braveheart energy, fuck all of the enemies\n  start_ms: 176540\n  end_ms: 179040\n- text: XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me\n  start_ms: 179040\n  end_ms: 181410\n- text: I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin'\n  start_ms: 181410\n  end_ms: 184350\n- text: Comprende?\n  start_ms: 184350\n  end_ms: 186780\n- text: We've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n  start_ms: 186780\n  end_ms: 189530\n- text: Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n  start_ms: 189530\n  end_ms: 191860\n- text: I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n  start_ms: 191860\n  end_ms: 194950\n- text: Comprende?\n  start_ms: 194950\n  end_ms: 196490\n- text: It's up, Hit-Boy you on some other shit\n  start_ms: 196490\n  end_ms: 199820\n- text: We on some other shit, comprende?\n  start_ms: 199820\n  end_ms: 203760\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 203760\n  end_ms: 204470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 204470\nplain: |-\n  Yo, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Niggas speak down on my name like I wasn't there for 'em (there for 'em)\n  Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days (back in the days)\n  They want me back in my ways\n  Chipped tooth and the fade (tooth and the fade)\n\n  Uh, musically I'm on Mars\n  Walkin' all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars\n  I rock it like Lenny, thinkin' like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar\n  Standin' in front of where they shot Ahmaud\n  And said we gotta know who we are (know who we are)\n\n  Uh, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Wearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin'\n  Too many young gods beef over nothin'\n  When you get money, you know that it's comin'\n  Sayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid\n  We the most hunted, uh\n\n  I got my Mets hat on to the back (back)\n  Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats (stats)\n  Hall of fame only, kings and queens only (queens only)\n  They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me\n\n  Yeah, I'm in rare form (rare form)\n  Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone)\n  Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche\n  You gotta call on the chopper to reach me\n  Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me\n  Ice in my veins, I make it look easy\n\n  Mentally, I'm in Queens\n  More money more problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings\n  Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste\n  They see you shinin' emotions get hard to contain\n  They just not evolvin' the same\n\n  Me and HB is too rare\n  I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire\n  Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page\n  I'm Prince on the stage, SLAVE on his face\n  You know what they say, KD the wave\n  I'm stayin' rare for all of my days\n  I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (Braveheart, Braveheart)\n\n  Levels on Tarantino\n  Curvin' my ego, even though he know\n  Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos\n  What they especially praise is the ethos\n  Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips\n  No superstition to make me get rich\n  I'm with this chick, just one I brought today\n  In between placin' my bets, we shopped at Cartier\n\n  Rose gold I copped her a set\n  Runway hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet\n  I said I need that Dom, off of respect\n  We havin' conversations, niggas show me property then\n  I call my nigga and I tell him, \"Yo, I gotta be there\"\n  Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, rollin' sticky log\n  Big dawg affair, no kids involved\n  Roundtable havin' war council\n\n  Press one button, it'll change the world around you\n  Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my streetwear\n  You're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair\n  It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street\n  On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's\n\n  (Hit-Boy)\n  We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n  Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n  I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n  You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind\n  Braveheart energy, fuck all of the enemies\n  XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me\n  I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin'\n\n  Comprende?\n  We've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time\n  Look inside my mind, see a gold mine\n  I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line\n  Comprende?\n\n  It's up, Hit-Boy you on some other shit\n  We on some other shit, comprende?\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":31447094,"name":"Everyday Thing","trackName":"Everyday Thing","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Unreleased & Rare","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, word\nYou dont get this everyday word\nWith so much drama, in QBC it's kinda hard bein Escobaro\nEldorado red sippin Don out the bottle\nMy lifes like a Donald Goines novel\nWe wave glasses like bravo Drunk niggas with mad problems\nShot pockets niggas on the block rock this\nBuy cocaine cook it and chop it, lookin to profit\nIn triple ways goin through this difficult stage called life\nWith each year my physicals praised\nNiggas slip beyond the reach of help\nCaught in the street, thinkin they can teach they self\nWhen all we wanted was a piece of wealth\nAnd randomly feed our family these streets are insanity\nAmber me, caught inside a thugs fantasy\nRichest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be\nHeavy desire hold this 9' ready to fire, you know me show me the money like I'm Jerry McGuire, it's on\nIts time we set it straight, connect with Dre the correct way, predicted Platinum in less then a day\nSo for that we toast, this ones for us why y'all acting Hov, all I do is write rap, stack, relax and smoke\nWatchin my dreams come true, stay humble in the eyes of others, politicking with the wisest brothers\nIts Nature, one of the latest, peak how I play this, straight from the Bridge one of your kids favorites\nFrom now till the day that I'm stiff, foul flagrant, pay the rent, always stay swift\nStuck in my ways type chauvinistic, since a youth I had a thing for big hoops, flooded rings and older bitches\nHoldin my riches in lump-sums for trust funds, fully recovered thugs lust to bust guns\nWhile some'll get drunk beat wives and cuss sons, a slow process called life lets show progress\nWhen I said I hold my own I wasn't frontin never claimed to be the baddest for skills, I got a little something\nComing through new click and tracks, known for blazin on the chronic, thats what put me on the map\nNothin could give me more pleasure to start this I worked the hardest, ducked the farthest makin me illest producing artist\nDone crimes I ran from one time, could catch me with my crew bustin rhymes in the Sunshine State\nNo case to build I chill with millionaires, out to make a killin for real, my resolution this year\nFew places I walked most imagine, new faces I met at beauty pageants, past cuties now wanna do me\nYo I never forgot where I'm from, I check for family and every nigga that was down from day one\nIf you ain't speakin money language I can't hang you know your 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start this I worked the hardest, ducked the farthest makin me illest producing artist\n  Done crimes I ran from one time, could catch me with my crew bustin rhymes in the Sunshine State\n  No case to build I chill with millionaires, out to make a killin for real, my resolution this year\n  Few places I walked most imagine, new faces I met at beauty pageants, past cuties now wanna do me\n  Yo I never forgot where I'm from, I check for family and every nigga that was down from day one\n  If you ain't speakin money language I can't hang you know your conversation is weak, so it's senseless speak\n"},{"id":21842354,"name":"One Love (remix)","trackName":"One Love (remix)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Unreleased & Rare","duration":339.523125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One:\n\nWhat up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid\nWhen the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib\nFuck it black, no time for looking back it's done\nPlus congratulations you know you got a son\nI heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?\nTold her she should visit, that's when she got hyper\nFlip it, talk about he acts too rough\nHe didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff\nI was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too\nFucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you\nBut yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?\nJeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club\nPlus little rob is selling drugs all the time\nHanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's\nAt night time there's more trife than ever\nWhattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?\nIf so then hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest\nSay whassup to herb, ice and bullet\nI left a half a hundred in your commisary\nYou was my nigga when push came to shove\nOne what? one love\n\nVerse Two:\n\nDear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong\nOut in new york the same shit is going on\nThe crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking\nHold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking\nThe nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something\nWord to mother, i heard him fronting\nAnd he be pumping on your block\nYour man gave him your glock\nAnd now they run together, what up son, whatever\nSince i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease\nWhen i heard you blew a nigga with the [?] for a phone piece\nWhylin' on the island but now with [?]\nBetter chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire\nLast time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers\nI maintain when you come home the corner's ours\nOn the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal\nWhen we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal\nBut chill, see you on the next v i\nI gave your mom dukes loot for kicks\nPlus [?] flicks\nYour brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me\nHe might beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key\nSo stay civilised, time flies\nThough incarcerated your mind [dies]\nI hate it when your mum cries\nIt kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a\nI've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs\nFor one love\n\nVerse Three:\n\nSometimes i sit back with a budda sack\nMind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts\nWritten in school text books, bibles, etcetera\nFuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er\nSo i be ghost from my projects\nI take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while i'm sleeping\nA two day stay, you may say i need the time alone\nTo relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home\nYou see the streets have me stressed something terrible\nFucking with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue\nOr h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10\nA future in a maximum state pen is grim\nSo i comes back home, nobody's helping shorty\nDo i roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops\nHe said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof\nSo i wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce\nHe inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep\nStarted coughing when i peeked to watch me speak\nI sat back like the mack, my army suit was black\nWe was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks\nI took an l when he passed it, this little bastard\nKeeps me blasted he starts talking mad shit\nI had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him\n'Cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one\nTough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up\nCould've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up\nMistakes happen, so take heed never bust up\nIf the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed\nShorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul\nOnly twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style\nThen i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes\nThen froze only the bolder herb smoke through my nose\nAnd told my little man that i'm a go cyprose\nThere's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose\nWords of wisdom from nas try to rise up above\nKeep an eye out for jake shorty what\nOne love","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.05] Verse One:\n[00:24.01] What up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid\n[00:25.07] When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib\n[00:27.01] Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done\n[00:30.06] Plus congratulations you know you got a son\n[00:33.08] I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?\n[00:35.09] Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper\n[00:38.07] Flip it, talk about he acts too rough\n[00:40.00] He didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff\n[00:43.03] I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too\n[00:46.01] Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you\n[00:48.01] But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?\n[00:51.08] Jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club\n[00:54.00] Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time\n[00:57.05] Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's\n[00:59.05] At night time there's more trife than ever\n[01:01.05] Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?\n[01:04.05] If so then hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest\n[01:06.08] Say whassup to herb, ice and bullet\n[01:10.02] I left a half a hundred in your commisary\n[01:12.02] You was my nigga when push came to shove\n[01:14.03] One what? one love\n[01:17.08] Verse Two:\n[01:20.34] \n[01:36.03] Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong\n[01:38.00] Out in new york the same shit is going on\n[01:40.02] The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking\n[01:42.03] Hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking\n[01:46.08] The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something\n[01:48.07] Word to mother, i heard him fronting\n[01:50.05] And he be pumping on your block\n[01:53.09] Your man gave him your glock\n[01:55.03] And now they run together, what up son, whatever\n[01:57.07] Since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease\n[01:59.06] When i heard you blew a nigga with the [?] for a phone piece\n[02:01.05] Whylin' on the island but now with [?]\n[02:04.03] Better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire\n[02:06.05] Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers\n[02:09.04] I maintain when you come home the corner's ours\n[02:11.00] On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal\n[02:14.06] When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal\n[02:17.07] But chill, see you on the next v i\n[02:19.01] I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks\n[02:21.08] Plus [?] flicks\n[02:23.05] Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me\n[02:25.01] He might beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key\n[02:28.03] So stay civilised, time flies\n[02:29.01] Though incarcerated your mind [dies]\n[02:31.07] I hate it when your mum cries\n[02:32.09] It kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a\n[02:35.09] I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs\n[02:37.09] For one love\n[02:40.75] \n[02:58.02] Verse Three:\n[02:59.03] Sometimes i sit back with a budda sack\n[03:00.08] Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts\n[03:03.05] Written in school text books, bibles, etcetera\n[03:05.04] Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er\n[03:08.00] So i be ghost from my projects\n[03:11.09] I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while i'm sleeping\n[03:14.02] A two day stay, you may say i need the time alone\n[03:16.08] To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home\n[03:19.05] You see the streets have me stressed something terrible\n[03:22.02] Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue\n[03:24.01] Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10\n[03:26.02] A future in a maximum state pen is grim\n[03:29.09] So i comes back home, nobody's helping shorty\n[03:31.07] Do i roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops\n[03:34.05] He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof\n[03:37.04] So i wear a bullet proof and pack a black 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clothes\n[04:18.08] Then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my nose\n[04:20.04] And told my little man that i'm a go cyprose\n[04:22.09] There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose\n[04:25.02] Words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above\n[04:28.04] Keep an eye out for jake shorty what\n[04:30.08] One love\n[04:31.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Love (remix)\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Unreleased & Rare\n  duration_ms: 339523\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n  start_ms: 22050\n  end_ms: 24010\n- text: What up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid\n  start_ms: 24010\n  end_ms: 25070\n- text: When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib\n  start_ms: 25070\n  end_ms: 27010\n- text: Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done\n  start_ms: 27010\n  end_ms: 30060\n- text: Plus congratulations you know you got a son\n  start_ms: 30060\n  end_ms: 33080\n- text: I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write 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doing your bid\n  When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib\n  Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done\n  Plus congratulations you know you got a son\n  I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?\n  Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper\n  Flip it, talk about he acts too rough\n  He didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff\n  I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too\n  Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you\n  But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?\n  Jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club\n  Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time\n  Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's\n  At night time there's more trife than ever\n  Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?\n  If so then hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest\n  Say whassup to herb, ice and bullet\n  I left a half a hundred in your commisary\n  You was my nigga when push came to shove\n  One what? one love\n\n  Verse Two:\n\n  Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong\n  Out in new york the same shit is going on\n  The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking\n  Hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking\n  The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something\n  Word to mother, i heard him fronting\n  And he be pumping on your block\n  Your man gave him your glock\n  And now they run together, what up son, whatever\n  Since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease\n  When i heard you blew a nigga with the [?] for a phone piece\n  Whylin' on the island but now with [?]\n  Better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire\n  Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers\n  I maintain when you come home the corner's ours\n  On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal\n  When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal\n  But chill, see you on the next v i\n  I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks\n  Plus [?] flicks\n  Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me\n  He might beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key\n  So stay civilised, time flies\n  Though incarcerated your mind [dies]\n  I hate it when your mum cries\n  It kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a\n  I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs\n  For one love\n\n  Verse Three:\n\n  Sometimes i sit back with a budda sack\n  Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts\n  Written in school text books, bibles, etcetera\n  Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er\n  So i be ghost from my projects\n  I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while i'm sleeping\n  A two day stay, you may say i need the time alone\n  To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home\n  You see the streets have me stressed something terrible\n  Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue\n  Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10\n  A future in a maximum state 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I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word.\nStay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word\nup.\nOut.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.55] Yo this Esco, who this\n[00:01.88] what's the dilly\n[00:02.79] I just touch grounds down in Philly\n[00:04.45] Brought a pound with me\n[00:05.74] Feds floatin around silly\n[00:07.14] Tryin ta find land\n[00:08.14] They suppose ta be in the benz\n[00:09.74] Parked in row ten, hard in that slohokwan\n[00:12.58] Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned\n[00:15.04] This post of this loan\n[00:16.32] The ass had us both in the zone\n[00:17.77] But you know the rules\n[00:19.02] Both been schooled by older dues\n[00:20.82] I know the Jews\n[00:21.84] No time for them thoughts, to much to lose\n[00:23.46] Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the ride\n[00:25.77] Where's your joint Pras\n[00:27.29] You know little Dezk gotcha eyes\n[00:28.58] In the cut, drop Z ok the tops up\n[00:30.12] Left the mall bought little Amo the toy truck\n[00:34.03] Your boy's what, three years old know correct\n[00:36.68] He and my daughter's age neck and neck\n[00:38.78] They furtures set\n[00:40.00] In the background's a old cassette\n[00:42.80] Fly Stephanie Mills shit\n[00:44.76] what's the deal with all this shit I'm hearin up top\n[00:47.33] You got arrested, shot affair, one with a cop\n[00:49.86] That ain't ya stee, you usually low key with no T\n[00:52.82] I'm only goin on for what some weak bitch told me\n[00:55.65] That's some ill shit\n[00:56.55] Hear that bitch go with a click\n[00:58.08] Dun I'll hit you right back cause the static is stick\n[01:01.67] Guy Speaking in spanish\n[01:04.87] (Dr.Dre):\n[01:06.57] We got you phone tap\n[01:07.86] What you gonna do\n[01:09.03] Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew\n[01:11.81] All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like\n[01:15.55] glue\n[01:16.24] Then you threw\n[01:17.18] We got you phone tap\n[01:18.55] What you gonna do\n[01:20.09] Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew\n[01:22.42] All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like\n[01:26.28] glue\n[01:26.93] We got you\n[01:27.98] We just hit the cribo\n[01:28.85] I'm cruled up on this pillow\n[01:30.43] I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more\n[01:33.37] The shit touched me\n[01:34.37] Tryin ta chill, just lit a dutche from a while back\n[01:36.35] Same foul cats who tryed to bust me\n[01:38.46] Caught em' sleeppin\n[01:39.56] A spanish harlem with some portoricans\n[01:41.65] Up in washington heights right off the decan\n[01:43.96] Feel owful speakin for some vians that feels the phone tap\n[01:46.72] Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own back\n[01:49.09] Keep your eyes open\n[01:50.33] Stay wide, shit is mind blowin\n[01:52.35] Look for any sign showin, one time is knowin\n[01:55.44] About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more\n[01:57.58] Cats bleed in this cold war\n[01:59.63] Some we took an oath, then this life took us both\n[02:02.82] We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth\n[02:05.34] Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on\n[02:07.90] Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone\n[02:09.88] This lifes scarmed\n[02:10.97] Its formin in the sky\n[02:12.12] You comin home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly\n[02:15.23] hold up my other side\n[02:16.02] Yo son some other cats tried to rulin our plans\n[02:18.41] Sendin to decoy bitches with pictures of you and ya man\n[02:22.00] Askin ya where abouts\n[02:23.21] I gave them no leads\n[02:24.14] For all the nigga know them ho's fuck with the police\n[02:26.57] No shit I'm clickin over\n[02:28.05] I'ma tell Sosa quick son\n[02:29.62] Them outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit\n[02:32.02] That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach\n[02:35.19] Said it's no hundred\n[02:36.59] We FBI's most wanted\n[02:38.20] So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags\n[02:40.33] Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast\n[02:42.67] Chrous\n[03:05.66] Yo it's all good. I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word.\n[03:09.59] Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word\n[03:14.42] up.\n[03:15.18] Out.\n[03:15.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Phone Tap\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Unreleased & Rare Bootleg\n  duration_ms: 227458\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Yo, this Esco, who this?\n  start_ms: 250\n  end_ms: 1710\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yo, '\n    start_ms: 250\n  - text: 'this '\n    start_ms: 645\n  - text: 'Esco, '\n    start_ms: 881\n  - text: 'who '\n    start_ms: 1236\n  - text: this?\n    start_ms: 1394\n- text: What's the dealy? I just touched grounds down in Philly\n  start_ms: 1710\n  end_ms: 4410\n  words:\n  - text: 'What''s '\n    start_ms: 1710\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 2010\n  - text: 'dealy? 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I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word.\n  Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word\n  up.\n  Out.\n"},{"id":13483795,"name":"Live at the Barbeque","trackName":"Live at the Barbeque","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Unreleased & Rare Bootleg","duration":273.722,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! 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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.63] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.55] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:22.84] and that's all!\n[00:24.60] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.29] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.62] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.28] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.65] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.72] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.01] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.62] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.39] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.17] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.75] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:50.94] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.01] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:56.25] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.80] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.38] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.86] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.88] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.54] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.18] your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:11.92] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.45] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.87] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.21] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.65] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.75] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.83] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.48] that y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:28.74] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:30.79] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.52] and that's all!\n[01:35.54] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.88] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.05] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.23] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.83] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.58] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.55] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:52.05] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.27] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.72] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.11] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.41] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.74] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.86] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.22] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.82] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:11.23] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:13.01] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.87] and that's all!\n[02:17.72] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.13] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.83] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.18] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.45] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.39] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.74] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:35.09] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.77] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.19] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.58] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.70] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.03] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.57] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.96] cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:52.96] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.31] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.44] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.22] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.47] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.61] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:05.45] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.58] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.93] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.59] and that's all!\n[03:14.15] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.96] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.21] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:21.78] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.07] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.39] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.70] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.32] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.79] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.26] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.32] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.83] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.15] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.10] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.71] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:51.64] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:52.20] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.64] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:56.92] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.77] and that's all!\n[04:01.31] It's like\n[04:01.83] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:04.12] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.43] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.81] and that's all!\n[04:10.74] It's like\n[04:11.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.20] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.98] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:18.38] and that's all!\n[04:20.15] It's like\n[04:20.84] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:22.69] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:24.84] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:27.21] yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live at the Barbeque\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Unreleased & Rare Bootleg\n  duration_ms: 273722\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 4890\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 10920\n- text: Ho! 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119110\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 123740\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123740\n  end_ms: 125860\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125860\n  end_ms: 128220\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128220\n  end_ms: 128820\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128820\n  end_ms: 131230\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 131230\n  end_ms: 133010\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 133010\n  end_ms: 135870\n- text: and that's all!\n  start_ms: 135870\n  end_ms: 137720\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137720\n  end_ms: 140130\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  start_ms: 140130\n  end_ms: 142830\n- text: Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  start_ms: 142830\n  end_ms: 145180\n- 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all!\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 194150\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 194150\n  end_ms: 196960\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196960\n  end_ms: 199210\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199210\n  end_ms: 201780\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 201780\n  end_ms: 204070\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204070\n  end_ms: 206390\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206390\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210700\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210700\n  end_ms: 213320\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213320\n  end_ms: 215790\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215790\n  end_ms: 218260\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  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y'all)\n  start_ms: 241830\n  end_ms: 244120\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 244120\n  end_ms: 246430\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246430\n  end_ms: 248810\n- text: and that's all!\n  start_ms: 248810\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 251180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251180\n  end_ms: 253200\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253200\n  end_ms: 255980\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255980\n  end_ms: 258380\n- text: and that's all!\n  start_ms: 258380\n  end_ms: 260150\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 260150\n  end_ms: 260840\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260840\n  end_ms: 262690\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 262690\n  end_ms: 264840\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 264840\n  end_ms: 267210\n- text: yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 267210\n  end_ms: 269190\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269190\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  and that's all!\n\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  that y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  and that's all!\n\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  and that's all!\n\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  and that's all!\n\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  and that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  and that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  and that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":25993626,"name":"On The Real","trackName":"On The Real","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Rare & Remixed Bootleg","duration":204.878367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(On the. On the. On the)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n\nFinally up in this nigga\nLet's pay homage to Illmatic\nLet's put the crown where it's at\n10 years\nNever been done this real by nobody\n\nTo my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil\nIn the categories of stories I breed my sequel\nYou know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's\nMonkey see, monkey do\nShorty sipping sunny dew\nNow it's V.S.O.P. in a phantom, mad smoky\nMurder trees, cruisin gat in the stash so it won't poke me\nUp in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't make no noise cause we dirty\nTell them hoes hurry in\nWe got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom\nAnd there's video taping bloomin ass's on the zoomin lens\nRollin on you nondescript niggaz\nYou're marked for death like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggaz\nTilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough\nIn will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili busts\n\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\nThat verse is 10 years old, 9½ years old\nStreet's Disciple\nThe Rebirth comin at you this year baby\nIt's on baby\n\nYeah\nTo the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles\nThis is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?\nYou know the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say\nHe say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he don't deserve to make\nSippin clear liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways\nListenin close, to every word in case they violate\nUp in the projects Apartment 5D\nSpark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin everything the block see\nWe bout to need to take the corners from them cowards\nGet it on so y'all can move more coke powder, by the hour\nHold in case we gotta rip niggaz\nLoaded - Teflon coated projectiles'll flip niggaz\nFrom ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my mans with guns in hand\nPolice vans, they missed the summers again\n\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\nYeah, power to the people\nDeath to the phonies\nThis beast to the mic 1 2 check\nY'all fed-e-rallies on me\nAnd they look like you\nApproachin me like \"How you, Homie?\"\nThe FBI see only one problem, they try to slump me\nAfter the young black male cuz he makes a lot of money\nSo hustlers make crack sales cuz they deprived and hungry\nMy country hates that I could run free state to state with hunnies\nWhile makin cake with real golded plate rims on Hum-V's\nThe bush stroker, the kush smoker, nigga\nJust when you thought it was over look over your shoulders\nI'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and sip 'em slow\nMotto no stress, smokin less than I did befo'\nYou see the kid was broke till I\nSpitted vivid expressions of hard livin\nGhetto children, of a lesser god,\nReligion was fast women, expensive cars\nY'all witnessin over 10 years - The best of Nas\n\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)\n(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.07] (On the. On the. 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Playing games ain't a issue now\n  A bitch will give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now\n  I got that coke and that haze on my gristle now\n  Yeah\n  Going to war, you going to need more than a pistol now\n  They throwing missiles around, you still trying to get a nine, huh?\n  It's the last days, end of time\n  The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentagon\n  They off the hook like intercoms\n  We just had a bad wintertime\n  So you know they going to start the robbing\n  Still for a meal when it's dinnertime\n  You still spending time focusing on dumb shit\n  On the block smoking, but you broke and on some bum shit\n  What the hell?\n  You might as well put a suit and tie on\n  Jump in a casket and get your die on\n  The general\n"},{"id":22950239,"name":"Sometimes I Wonder","trackName":"Sometimes I Wonder","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Rare and Remixed Volume 2","duration":293.668571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"QB the whole NYC\nWe 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Might as well make it same as your dome\nYou need your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown\n\nAs we travel on this road, an infinite path\nI get into this math, drop and get intense for the cash\nWill I be subject to kill? Live my life by the gat\nJust when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back, what?\n\nSometimes I wonder\nWill a nigga go under because of his hunger?\nThis game is risky\nIf a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\nDead partners too soon\nAll these niggas flipping on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em\nSometimes I wonder, sometimes I (yo, yo, yo, yo)\n\nI know a lot of fiends by their first name\nLiving in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains\nHolding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones\nRunning wild, nigga, I raise hell above ground\nLive in sin, holding rocks, Benjamin Grimm\nFigure once I got knocked, it would end, never that\n\nThey try to tell me I don't love my own\nThe thugs know, they ride my zone like The Cyclone\nTrademark for Coney Isle, yeah, they know me now\nI'm giving niggas fake hugs, phony smiles\nStack profits, you know how the niggas on the block get\nTry to give you dap just to stare at your pockets\n\nCrews advance, nothing new, just the rules of the land\nYou can't tell if they wolves or lamb (uh, word)\nYou could fight like a few, there's a few that ran\nOr you could feed them and lose your hand\nWhat you wanna do?\n\nSometimes I wonder (sometimes I wonder)\nWill a nigga go under because of his hunger? (This is crazy)\nThis game is risky\nIf a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\nDead partners too soon\nAll these niggas flipping on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em\nSometimes I wonder, sometimes I\n\nBlessings be to the ones who left us\nTo transcend into spiritual essence, in Allah's arms you restin'\nTo Him we pray for my peeps\nLouie Lloyd Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sonny back in the day\n\"Get that money, yam,\" he used to say\nNot only nice with hands but street smarts, he was twice a man\nI try to understand life's deep plot, I think of Weewop\nShikeisha, they both was mad nice on the rock\n\nThey woulda went pro, but only God, he only knows why not\nLike my nigga Bing, let your sneakers be not clean\nYou come around, he start snappin' on you, makin' a scene\nKept the lye, cool nigga, warm heart, and stayed fly\nYou still alive, I see you in your sister's face\nAre you nearby or lookin' on, just from a distant place?\nMy thoroughbreds, Black Ed, quiet but real\nExpect to see your black Jeep come fly over the hill\n\nIn the spirit of Richie Lou, tribute\nRemind the world of the crime that NY pigs do, we miss you\nNever forget you, Harry and Sonia\nRest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier\nT.J. Black, better known as Killer\nI can't replace you, but in me\nHavoc will always have a brother, my nigga\nMy man Will, until we meet again\nYou hold it up there, I'll hold it down here\nI hope y'all hear my prayers clear\n\nSometimes I wonder\nWill a nigga go under because of his hunger? (It's crazy)\nThis game is risky\nIf a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\nDead partners too soon\nAll these niggas flippin' on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em\nSometimes I wonder, sometimes I\n\nRest in peace to my grandfathers, Papa Charlie\n(Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?)\nRest in peace to my man's Horse pops, nam'sayin'? One love\n(If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?)\nCan't forget Nana, my man LES grandmom, nam'sayin'?\n(All these niggas flippin' on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em)\n\nThey still wit' us, though, I wonder where they at?\n(Sometimes I) how near, how far?\nSometimes I wonder (What?)\nWill a nigga go under because of his hunger? 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(Can't go under)\n  start_ms: 291280\n  end_ms: 294580\n- text: This game is risky\n  start_ms: 294580\n  end_ms: 296390\n- text: If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\n  start_ms: 296390\n  end_ms: 300310\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 300310\nplain: |-\n  QB the whole NYC\n  We gon' bounce to this (waddup, my niggas)\n  Big Nas\n  All the ladies (what?)\n\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?\n  This game is risky\n  If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\n  Dead partners too soon\n  All these niggas flipping on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em\n  Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I\n\n  Top of the world is what I'm aiming at\n  These niggas is flaming gats at my circle\n  I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you\n  I hit your bird too, two in your scalp, then you out\n  Your thug crew is out, blood oozing out\n  Some serving caine, knowing nothing about this murder game\n\n  It's easily told but hard to hear\n  When niggas finally find out it's real\n  That's when they heart pumps fear\n  The real remains the weak will disappear\n  My words is 20-20, my vocals are crystal clear\n\n  911 style, sits on your mind like chrome\n  Let's say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam\n  What color? Might as well make it same as your dome\n  You need your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown\n\n  As we travel on this road, an infinite path\n  I get into this math, drop and get intense for the cash\n  Will I be subject to kill? Live my life by the gat\n  Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back, what?\n\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?\n  This game is risky\n  If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\n  Dead partners too soon\n  All these niggas flipping on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em\n  Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I (yo, yo, yo, yo)\n\n  I know a lot of fiends by their first name\n  Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains\n  Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones\n  Running wild, nigga, I raise hell above ground\n  Live in sin, holding rocks, Benjamin Grimm\n  Figure once I got knocked, it would end, never that\n\n  They try to tell me I don't love my own\n  The thugs know, they ride my zone like The Cyclone\n  Trademark for Coney Isle, yeah, they know me now\n  I'm giving niggas fake hugs, phony smiles\n  Stack profits, you know how the niggas on the block get\n  Try to give you dap just to stare at your pockets\n\n  Crews advance, nothing new, just the rules of the land\n  You can't tell if they wolves or lamb (uh, word)\n  You could fight like a few, there's a few that ran\n  Or you could feed them and lose your hand\n  What you wanna do?\n\n  Sometimes I wonder (sometimes I wonder)\n  Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? (This is crazy)\n  This game is risky\n  If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\n  Dead partners too soon\n  All these niggas flipping on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em\n  Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I\n\n  Blessings be to the ones who left us\n  To transcend into spiritual essence, in Allah's arms you restin'\n  To Him we pray for my peeps\n  Louie Lloyd Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sonny back in the day\n  \"Get that money, yam,\" he used to say\n  Not only nice with hands but street smarts, he was twice a man\n  I try to understand life's deep plot, I think of Weewop\n  Shikeisha, they both was mad nice on the rock\n\n  They woulda went pro, but only God, he only knows why not\n  Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers be not clean\n  You come around, he start snappin' on you, makin' a scene\n  Kept the lye, cool nigga, warm heart, and stayed fly\n  You still alive, I see you in your sister's face\n  Are you nearby or lookin' on, just from a distant place?\n  My thoroughbreds, Black Ed, quiet but real\n  Expect to see your black Jeep come fly over the hill\n\n  In the spirit of Richie Lou, tribute\n  Remind the world of the crime that NY pigs do, we miss you\n  Never forget you, Harry and Sonia\n  Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier\n  T.J. Black, better known as Killer\n  I can't replace you, but in me\n  Havoc will always have a brother, my nigga\n  My man Will, until we meet again\n  You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here\n  I hope y'all hear my prayers clear\n\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? (It's crazy)\n  This game is risky\n  If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\n  Dead partners too soon\n  All these niggas flippin' on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em\n  Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I\n\n  Rest in peace to my grandfathers, Papa Charlie\n  (Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?)\n  Rest in peace to my man's Horse pops, nam'sayin'? One love\n  (If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?)\n  Can't forget Nana, my man LES grandmom, nam'sayin'?\n  (All these niggas flippin' on me 'cause I won't give no loot to 'em)\n\n  They still wit' us, though, I wonder where they at?\n  (Sometimes I) how near, how far?\n  Sometimes I wonder (What?)\n  Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? (Can't go under)\n  This game is risky\n  If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?\n"},{"id":30027185,"name":"The Second Coming","trackName":"The Second Coming","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Rare And (Remix)ed (Vol. 2)","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Nas]\nThird grade, singin star spandled banner\nUsing proper manners, learned to handle anger\nAnimal behavior\nLater on my block rockin wit my jocks on\nEating bon ton cheese popcorn, hummin a kiss rock song\nSocks long to my knees\nSummer breeze runnin through the leaves\nPlayin freeze tag, can i stay out, please dad?\nCan i hang wit my little gang out?\nHearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out\nCome upstairs, run up stairs\nTake a bath, shit stained underwears\nWipe yourself wit paper\nBad little ass in my bed at 8: 30\nWash my plate, ate dinner up late\nGazing at the wall, prayin basketball\nWas my future for this young one\nHooping in the sun, proud to be where i come from\nLater shootin guns fantasizing\nFascinated by gold rope chains\nLooking back at my hood days but things ain't change\n[Chorus] *all nas samples* 2x\n\"Nasty-nasty-nasty nas is a rebel to america\"\n\"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure\"\n\"It's like that, you know it's like that\"\n\"Nas-nas'll catch wreck\", \"you got the mad fat fluid\"\n[Nas]\nBumpy johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes\nPinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews\nSlacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats\nCadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes\nThey was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood\nThey had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood\nThey played the cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm\nPlush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won\nE'ry christmas they was santa claus\nNixon was the anti-christ\nBitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white\nListenin to malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream\nLayin back, barber chair, straight razor clean\nBabies is born, big families started to blossom\nMad people just applied for apartments and got em\nUsed to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers\nFrom tommy guns to mac 10's\nQb's new born killers (shit is changed)\nChorus 2x\n[Nas]\nYo everytime i turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed\nWinter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab\nFiends lurkin, d's searchin, pat pockets\nKids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin\nQueensbridge slingers hoppin out benzes, don status\nDope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin\nI remember park jams\nGazelles, perfect wave shell\nAdidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze\nPrivate stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like mark clare\nHats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air\nMe and pop was there, through the years our names would switch\nAin't nuttin changed but the names nastradamus and blizz\nWhat project is this?\nQb, vernon and tenth\n12th street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat\nWhat could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game\nWhen it's all said and done, just remember my name\nChorus 2x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Second Coming\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Rare And (Remix)ed (Vol. 2)\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Nas]\n  Third grade, singin star spandled banner\n  Using proper manners, learned to handle anger\n  Animal behavior\n  Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on\n  Eating bon ton cheese popcorn, hummin a kiss rock song\n  Socks long to my knees\n  Summer breeze runnin through the leaves\n  Playin freeze tag, can i stay out, please dad?\n  Can i hang wit my little gang out?\n  Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out\n  Come upstairs, run up stairs\n  Take a bath, shit stained underwears\n  Wipe yourself wit paper\n  Bad little ass in my bed at 8: 30\n  Wash my plate, ate dinner up late\n  Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball\n  Was my future for this young one\n  Hooping in the sun, proud to be where i come from\n  Later shootin guns fantasizing\n  Fascinated by gold rope chains\n  Looking back at my hood days but things ain't change\n  [Chorus] *all nas samples* 2x\n  \"Nasty-nasty-nasty nas is a rebel to america\"\n  \"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure\"\n  \"It's like that, you know it's like that\"\n  \"Nas-nas'll catch wreck\", \"you got the mad fat fluid\"\n  [Nas]\n  Bumpy johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes\n  Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews\n  Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats\n  Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes\n  They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood\n  They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood\n  They played the cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm\n  Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won\n  E'ry christmas they was santa claus\n  Nixon was the anti-christ\n  Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white\n  Listenin to malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream\n  Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean\n  Babies is born, big families started to blossom\n  Mad people just applied for apartments and got em\n  Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers\n  From tommy guns to mac 10's\n  Qb's new born killers (shit is changed)\n  Chorus 2x\n  [Nas]\n  Yo everytime i turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed\n  Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab\n  Fiends lurkin, d's searchin, pat pockets\n  Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin\n  Queensbridge slingers hoppin out benzes, don status\n  Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin\n  I remember park jams\n  Gazelles, perfect wave shell\n  Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze\n  Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like mark clare\n  Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air\n  Me and pop was there, through the years our names would switch\n  Ain't nuttin changed but the names nastradamus and blizz\n  What project is this?\n  Qb, vernon and tenth\n  12th street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat\n  What could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game\n  When it's all said and done, just remember my name\n  Chorus 2x\n"},{"id":16025393,"name":"Find Your Wealth (Unreleased)","trackName":"Find Your Wealth (Unreleased)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"It Was... 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Traveling through your mind one time.\nGet bliss to this.\n\n[Verse One: Nas]\nThe greatest lesson ever learned, has yet to be taught\nNiggaz running outta court like \"what the fuck they thought?\"\nIt made me somber, my mans I just can't picture being locked up\nThey used to being mad fly\n850 I style\nCherokee, letters read Nas they could never bury me\nBut kill me, my nigga you free\nTruly, reppin' QB\nMy life is like a movie\nThe credits at the end\nAnd the film plays again\nThe script is every rhyme I ever said\nOff the head\nInfinity drive\nWithout a sound Queens bound\nPaully got a call for war out from 40\nMeeting out in Beach Channel\nWith peeps from Hammel\nBlunted niggaz get roasted in they rides\nSoak they tongues to Remy\nHeat's in the 5 series high and leery\nWhen those blue and white cars drive near me\nAvirex, Gore-TeX wet with fly jewelry\nIsraelite original insight and lethal\nFirst Hebrew\nGod sent golden Asian phenomenal\nYou can't say the name Nas without saying the honorable\nWealthy, Wall Street read the chronicle\nI fuck big titty chicks\nWho sip the Long Island City lix\nDrunk off the Azay (Alize) with Henny mixed\nMad niggaz is jail like TCB teach me\nEverything you see ain't always what it be\nHardly able to chill night ills feeling slight chills\nFinding out that rich nigga got to write wills\nHigh 'til I die Eldorado red pack the Uz-o\nPretty thug Last Don by Mario Puzo\n\n[Verse Two: Large Professor]\nStages and places that we go through\nIn a lifetime, maybe more than a few\n'Cuz one day you're A and the next you may\nHave a brand new topic and see a new way\nLike history, while it's repeating\nI'm beating the drum on the dumb and blurry don't worry\nThe least bit\nAbout shit when the weak split\nThe raw brain remains\nLong range\nThis is possible I know and charge like a rhino\nBro, I gotta let this music go\nFor the maestro\nClimbs higher heights yo\nSeason a bass line\nAnd mind of a Bandog shrine\nIn hell, can't tell\nAll the times I fell\nBut can\nTell the thing called man I stand\nIn the eyes of the father tasteful like guava\nUnravel and break down a tec and solve a\nProblem, in no time you'll lose your mind\nTryin' to calculate the rate of the Large's incline\nOut of nowhere, I go where few can go\nOn the strength I be rising on tunes and flow\nWith the flock very seldom\nWords when I weld them\nConnect for the perfect brew\nI you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Plus One (12\" version)\n  artist: Nas\n  album: It Was... 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Traveling through your mind one time.\n  Get bliss to this.\n\n  [Verse One: Nas]\n  The greatest lesson ever learned, has yet to be taught\n  Niggaz running outta court like \"what the fuck they thought?\"\n  It made me somber, my mans I just can't picture being locked up\n  They used to being mad fly\n  850 I style\n  Cherokee, letters read Nas they could never bury me\n  But kill me, my nigga you free\n  Truly, reppin' QB\n  My life is like a movie\n  The credits at the end\n  And the film plays again\n  The script is every rhyme I ever said\n  Off the head\n  Infinity drive\n  Without a sound Queens bound\n  Paully got a call for war out from 40\n  Meeting out in Beach Channel\n  With peeps from Hammel\n  Blunted niggaz get roasted in they rides\n  Soak they tongues to Remy\n  Heat's in the 5 series high and leery\n  When those blue and white cars drive near me\n  Avirex, Gore-TeX wet with fly jewelry\n  Israelite original insight and lethal\n  First Hebrew\n  God sent golden Asian phenomenal\n  You can't say the name Nas without saying the honorable\n  Wealthy, Wall Street read the chronicle\n  I fuck big titty chicks\n  Who sip the Long Island City lix\n  Drunk off the Azay (Alize) with Henny mixed\n  Mad niggaz is jail like TCB teach me\n  Everything you see ain't always what it be\n  Hardly able to chill night ills feeling slight chills\n  Finding out that rich nigga got to write wills\n  High 'til I die Eldorado red pack the Uz-o\n  Pretty thug Last Don by Mario Puzo\n\n  [Verse Two: Large Professor]\n  Stages and places that we go through\n  In a lifetime, maybe more than a few\n  'Cuz one day you're A and the next you may\n  Have a brand new topic and see a new way\n  Like history, while it's repeating\n  I'm beating the drum on the dumb and blurry don't worry\n  The least bit\n  About shit when the weak split\n  The raw brain remains\n  Long range\n  This is possible I know and charge like a rhino\n  Bro, I gotta let this music go\n  For the maestro\n  Climbs higher heights yo\n  Season a bass line\n  And mind of a Bandog shrine\n  In hell, can't tell\n  All the times I fell\n  But can\n  Tell the thing called man I stand\n  In the eyes of the father tasteful like guava\n  Unravel and break down a tec and solve a\n  Problem, in no time you'll lose your mind\n  Tryin' to calculate the rate of the Large's incline\n  Out of nowhere, I go where few can go\n  On the strength I be rising on tunes and flow\n  With the flock very seldom\n  Words when I weld them\n  Connect for the perfect brew\n  I you\n"}]