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tissue\nI'm goina miss u when u fall into the flames it's the same games\nwith new names, and new gains, same pains, and blood stains\npropaganda, I want to smoke trees in a havanna, wearing a bandanna\nat the Coppa Cabanna, swear to god I split a nigga like a banana\nover currencies or property aint no stoppin me\nI'm building a monopoly now copy me, each one teach one\nLessons of making and taking erasing, faking, and snaking\nSerious like a Jamaican\nand I bring home the bacon daily, really,\nI never fake it, I got to make it, like it's sacred\nFuck around and I'ma take it\n\n(chorus 2x)\n\n(NINE)\nMy hand raps around dollar bills sends chills down my spine\nlike cheap wine, so I gotta get mine,\nall the time I rewind back to the days when I realized sometimes crime\npays, there's 6 million ways to die but only one to live,\nI need enough money to spend enough\nmoney to give cause I love my peeps and my peeps love me\nand I refuse to see them living in proverty\nI gotta be on point, I anoit myself savior with new flavor\nlike craig with my third eye I cried\nShed tears in the mind for being blind\nOnly thing left for me now is crime or ryhme\n\n(chorus 2x)\n\n(NINE)\nI refuse to lose simular to chuck\nnever bite the hand that feed u never bite the hand that buck (pow)\nnow what! stuck in a maze with one way out\nfigure it out that's what life's about\nTrail after trail, tribulation after tribulation\nI want a black nation cause I'm sick of the plantation\nNo more picking cotton have you forgotten\nwe the kings and queens of the earth\nNow rome in the rotten apple, drinking Snapple\ntrying to get a little capital, spend it like I'm crazy\nThat's what rap will do, you got to maintain\nMake sense out of what's insane and stay on top of your game\nDont blame nobody but yourself for your lack of wealth\nTimes get hard get sneaky like a stealth\nMake or take is the thesis\nI want pieces of the pie gotta do or die\n\n(chorus 2x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] (NINE)\n[00:04.23] Man this world we live in\n[00:05.06] there's two ways to do everything\n[00:06.66] the right way and the wrong way,\n[00:07.91] thens there's the short way and the long way.\n[00:09.99] But I'm goina do my thing the DARK MASK WAY.\n[00:12.23] I'm either goina make it or I'm goina take it.\n[00:19.22] (CHORUS)\n[00:24.17] I got to make something or I got to take something\n[00:26.42] even if it comes down to hustling in public\n[00:29.03] I'm goina do whatever to avoid the stormy weather\n[00:31.34] got my act together either make or take\n[00:33.14] (NINE)\n[00:34.49] In the land of the free and the home of the brave\n[00:36.80] I still feel like a slave, my heart is dark like the bat cave\n[00:38.99] Don't cry... dry your eye...\n[00:41.26] we all goin' die... but I'm goina die fly\n[00:43.96] In the race the great paper chase\n[00:46.13] Money's the only thing that I'ma let you throw in my face\n[00:48.24] Corrupt political officials\n[00:50.34] speak the issues, and dis u, like used toliet tissue\n[00:53.12] I'm goina miss u when u fall into the flames it's the same games\n[00:55.77] with new names, and new gains, same pains, and blood stains\n[00:58.68] propaganda, I want to smoke trees in a havanna, wearing a bandanna\n[01:03.10] at the Coppa Cabanna, swear to god I split a nigga like a banana\n[01:05.54] over currencies or property aint no stoppin me\n[01:08.60] I'm building a monopoly now copy me, each one teach one\n[01:10.97] Lessons of making and taking erasing, faking, and snaking\n[01:14.76] Serious like a Jamaican\n[01:16.07] and I bring home the bacon daily, really,\n[01:18.57] I never fake it, I got to make it, like it's sacred\n[01:20.23] Fuck around and I'ma take it\n[01:23.60] (chorus 2x)\n[01:40.33] (NINE)\n[01:43.70] My hand raps around dollar bills sends chills down my spine\n[01:46.52] like cheap wine, so I gotta get mine,\n[01:48.33] all the time I rewind back to the days when I realized sometimes crime\n[01:52.44] pays, there's 6 million ways to die but only one to live,\n[01:54.94] I need enough money to spend enough\n[01:57.21] money to give cause I love my peeps and my peeps love me\n[02:00.46] and I refuse to see them living in proverty\n[02:01.88] I gotta be on point, I anoit myself savior with new flavor\n[02:05.46] like craig with my third eye I cried\n[02:07.89] Shed tears in the mind for being blind\n[02:10.48] Only thing left for me now is crime or ryhme\n[02:12.75] (chorus 2x)\n[02:31.18] (NINE)\n[02:33.15] I refuse to lose simular to chuck\n[02:45.32] never bite the hand that feed u never bite the hand that buck (pow)\n[02:47.82] now what! stuck in a maze with one way out\n[02:50.78] figure it out that's what life's about\n[02:52.57] Trail after trail, tribulation after tribulation\n[02:54.24] I want a black nation cause I'm sick of the plantation\n[02:57.26] No more picking cotton have you forgotten\n[02:59.05] we the kings and queens of the earth\n[03:01.24] Now rome in the rotten apple, drinking Snapple\n[03:03.20] trying to get a little capital, spend it like I'm crazy\n[03:06.26] That's what rap will do, you got to maintain\n[03:08.91] Make sense out of what's insane and stay on top of your game\n[03:11.37] Dont blame nobody but yourself for your lack of wealth\n[03:14.63] Times get hard get sneaky like a stealth\n[03:16.98] Make or take is the thesis\n[03:19.91] I want pieces of the pie gotta do or die\n[03:22.44] (chorus 2x)\n[03:42.42] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Or Take\n  artist: Nine\n  album: Cloud Nine\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (NINE)\n  start_ms: 3570\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: Man this world we live in\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 5060\n- text: there's two ways to do everything\n  start_ms: 5060\n  end_ms: 6660\n- text: the right way and the wrong way,\n  start_ms: 6660\n  end_ms: 7910\n- text: thens there's the short way and the long way.\n  start_ms: 7910\n  end_ms: 9990\n- text: But I'm 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fly\n[00:43.96] In the race the great paper chase\n[00:46.13] Money's the only thing that I'ma let you throw in my face\n[00:48.24] Corrupt political officials\n[00:50.34] speak the issues, and dis u, like used toliet tissue\n[00:53.12] I'm goina miss u when u fall into the flames it's the same games\n[00:55.77] with new names, and new gains, same pains, and blood stains\n[00:58.68] propaganda, I want to smoke trees in a havanna, wearing a bandanna\n[01:03.10] at the Coppa Cabanna, swear to god I split a nigga like a banana\n[01:05.54] over currencies or property aint no stoppin me\n[01:08.60] I'm building a monopoly now copy me, each one teach one\n[01:10.97] Lessons of making and taking erasing, faking, and snaking\n[01:14.76] Serious like a Jamaican\n[01:16.07] and I bring home the bacon daily, really,\n[01:18.57] I never fake it, I got to make it, like it's sacred\n[01:20.23] Fuck around and I'ma take it\n[01:23.60] (chorus 2x)\n[01:40.33] (NINE)\n[01:43.70] My hand raps around dollar bills sends chills down my spine\n[01:46.52] like cheap wine, so I gotta get mine,\n[01:48.33] all the time I rewind back to the days when I realized sometimes crime\n[01:52.44] pays, there's 6 million ways to die but only one to live,\n[01:54.94] I need enough money to spend enough\n[01:57.21] money to give cause I love my peeps and my peeps love me\n[02:00.46] and I refuse to see them living in proverty\n[02:01.88] I gotta be on point, I anoit myself savior with new flavor\n[02:05.46] like craig with my third eye I cried\n[02:07.89] Shed tears in the mind for being blind\n[02:10.48] Only thing left for me now is crime or ryhme\n[02:12.75] (chorus 2x)\n[02:31.18] (NINE)\n[02:33.15] I refuse to lose simular to chuck\n[02:45.32] never bite the hand that feed u never bite the hand that buck (pow)\n[02:47.82] now what! stuck in a maze with one way out\n[02:50.78] figure it out that's what life's about\n[02:52.57] Trail after trail, tribulation after tribulation\n[02:54.24] I want a 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stuck in a maze with one way out\n[02:52.20] figure it out that's what life's about\n[02:54.09] Trail after trail, tribulation after tribulation\n[02:56.56] I want a black nation cause I'm sick of the plantation\n[02:58.34] No more picking cotton have you forgotten\n[03:00.59] we the kings and queens of the earth\n[03:02.39] Now rome in the rotten apple, drinking Snapple\n[03:05.13] trying to get a little capital, spend it like I'm crazy\n[03:07.70] That's what rap will do, you got to maintain\n[03:09.66] Make sense out of what's insane and stay on top of your game\n[03:12.89] Dont blame nobody but yourself for your lack of wealth\n[03:15.87] Times get hard get sneaky like a stealth\n[03:18.59] Make or take is the thesis\n[03:20.74] I want pieces of the pie gotta do or die\n[03:23.80] (chorus 2x)\n[03:57.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make or Take (feat. 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stuck in a maze with one way out\n  figure it out that's what life's about\n  Trail after trail, tribulation after tribulation\n  I want a black nation cause I'm sick of the plantation\n  No more picking cotton have you forgotten\n  we the kings and queens of the earth\n  Now rome in the rotten apple, drinking Snapple\n  trying to get a little capital, spend it like I'm crazy\n  That's what rap will do, you got to maintain\n  Make sense out of what's insane and stay on top of your game\n  Dont blame nobody but yourself for your lack of wealth\n  Times get hard get sneaky like a stealth\n  Make or take is the thesis\n  I want pieces of the pie gotta do or die\n\n  (chorus 2x)\n"}]