[{"id":3679458,"name":"Courtesy","trackName":"Courtesy","artistName":"PRhyme","albumName":"PRhyme","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like this one\nJust let it go Preem\nZ06 'vette, gripping feeling almost there\nListening to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a Prayer'\nPrivy to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant\nIt's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson\nI used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live\nI value relationships, still I keep it competitive\nNowadays chances are that if you see me throw the match\nIt ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burning bridge\nI'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts\nDaddy taught me if the ass is so fat it's a fact\nThat if you with your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it\nLiving life with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot\nDriving 'till I total it\nI'm trying to stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it\nThe game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot\nAll kind of clips with mo' malice than Pusha\nIf you profiling, it's probably be more violence than looking\nI'm so stylish, but I ain't talking eBay, no high end fashion either\nIf you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ\nThis one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ\n(I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts)\n(Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick)\n(I respect that)\nI done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me\nSomehow, some way they just end up in my mercy\nJust show some courtesy\n(Hell yeah, nigga you know, niggas still got it)\n(Believe that shit)\nI got killas 'round the way ready to move that work for me\nNiggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me\nAll I want is courtesy, who cares about the radio?\nAnd you can take the cassette deck from off your old boombox\nAnd it wouldn't matter\nIt still squares on your radio to keep your\nWealth\nI learned to stay to yo - self\nI call for Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts\nOf me spray painting a mural of Miracle Watts\nShoutout to Michael 5000 Watts\nI'm on than lean movement like I'm out here tryna box\nLook, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh\nMeaning you getting the laze dot to your offspring\nI'm a lost being, uh\nTry to cross me without falling off, I'm afraid not\nI'm a frayed knot like a draw string\nI'm preaching to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff\nIf you can imagine\nMe hopping up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of hazard\nLike fuck it, leave the top off like time for foreplay\nThat last line that was before ya time\nLike Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé doorway\nWhile I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway\nListening to rappers kick knowledge\nThat they probably got from Toure'\nThese Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they king\nNot knowing the kind of drama that that bring\nImma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to gatling\nMy next album gon be so dark and so fly\nI should CD package it wrapped in batwings\nThe Soultrain music awards actors rock fake as wrestling\nDressed bottom to top in leather looking like bacon in Vaseline\nHow you looking like beef jerky, beefing in every verse\nBut never beefing in person? Randy Savage\nYou wouldn't snap a slim Jim\nYou wouldn't rip a wrapping on Christmas in Santa's attic\nWith the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't you average?\nPut your motherfucking hands up\nMy job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking crowd\nPut your motherfucking hands up","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.85] I like this one\n[00:08.61] Just let it go Preem\n[00:11.77] Z06 'vette, gripping feeling almost there\n[00:14.87] Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a Prayer'\n[00:17.73] Privy to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant\n[00:20.78] It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson\n[00:23.78] I used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live\n[00:26.79] I value relationships, still I keep it competitive\n[00:29.64] Nowadays chances are that if you see me throw the match\n[00:32.50] It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burning bridge\n[00:35.66] I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts\n[00:38.54] Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it's a fact\n[00:41.29] That if you with your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it\n[00:44.26] Living life with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot\n[00:47.23] Driving 'till I total it\n[00:48.66] I'm trying to stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it\n[00:52.45] The game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot\n[00:55.18] All kind of clips with mo' malice than Pusha\n[00:57.18] If you profiling, it's probably be more violence than looking\n[01:00.18] I'm so stylish, but I ain't talking eBay, no high end fashion either\n[01:04.55] If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ\n[01:07.57] This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ\n[01:10.70] (I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts)\n[01:13.77] (Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick)\n[01:16.56] (I respect that)\n[01:21.95] I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me\n[01:24.64] Somehow, some way they just end up in my mercy\n[01:27.57] Just show some courtesy\n[01:29.13] (Hell yeah, nigga you know, niggas still got it)\n[01:32.52] (Believe that shit)\n[01:33.86] I got killas 'round the way ready to move that work for me\n[01:37.07] Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me\n[01:40.13] All I want is courtesy, who cares about the radio?\n[01:42.76] And you can take the cassette deck from off your old boombox\n[01:46.07] And it wouldn't matter\n[01:47.14] It still squares on your radio to keep your\n[01:49.38] Wealth\n[01:49.82] I learned to stay to yo - self\n[01:51.82] I call for Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts\n[01:55.31] Of me spray painting a mural of Miracle Watts\n[01:58.45] Shoutout to Michael 5000 Watts\n[02:00.57] I'm on than lean movement like I'm out here tryna box\n[02:03.48] Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh\n[02:05.87] Meaning you getting the laze dot to your offspring\n[02:08.88] I'm a lost being, uh\n[02:10.15] Try to cross me without falling off, I'm afraid not\n[02:12.91] I'm a frayed knot like a draw string\n[02:15.21] I'm preaching to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff\n[02:18.12] If you can imagine\n[02:19.21] Me hopping up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of hazard\n[02:22.07] Like fuck it, leave the top off like time for foreplay\n[02:24.79] That last line that was before ya time\n[02:27.79] Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé doorway\n[02:30.11] While I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway\n[02:33.32] Listening to rappers kick knowledge\n[02:34.96] That they probably got from Toure'\n[02:36.57] These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they king\n[02:39.37] Not knowing the kind of drama that that bring\n[02:41.30] Imma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to gatling\n[02:45.34] My next album gon be so dark and so fly\n[02:47.89] I should CD package it wrapped in batwings\n[02:50.27] The Soultrain music awards actors rock fake as wrestling\n[02:53.37] Dressed bottom to top in leather looking like bacon in Vaseline\n[02:56.45] How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in every verse\n[02:59.05] But never beefing in person? 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Randy Savage\n  You wouldn't snap a slim Jim\n  You wouldn't rip a wrapping on Christmas in Santa's attic\n  With the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't you average?\n  Put your motherfucking hands up\n  My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking crowd\n  Put your motherfucking hands up\n"},{"id":16003585,"name":"Courtesy","trackName":"Courtesy","artistName":"PRhyme","albumName":"PRhyme Instrumentals","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, where the other one at?\nI like this one\nJust let it go, Preem\n\nZ06 'Vette, grippin', feelin' almost there\nListenin' to Bon Jovi, rollin' \"Livin' on a Prayer\"\nPrivy to the gossip that's been said about me constant\nIt's the life and times of \"Bumpy\" Johnson meets \"Nucky\" Thompson\nI used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live\nI value relationships, still I keep it competitive\nNowadays, chances are that if you see me throw the match\nIt ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burnin' bridge\n\nI'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts\nDaddy taught me if the ass is so fat\nIt's a fact that if you with your ho, don't matter\nIt's still appropriate to scope at it\nLivin' life with no balance\nDrivin' drunk on co-pilot, drivin' 'til I total it\nI'm tryna stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it\nThe game is just a game of splits and politics wit' no ballot\n\nAll kind of clips with mo' malice than pushin'\nIf you profilin', there'll probably be more violence than lookin'\nI'm so stylish, but I ain't talkin' eBay, no high-end fashion either\nIf you catch me by the runway, it's the one that's for the PJ\nThis one is for my lyricists, courtesy of my DJ\n\n(I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts)\n(Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick)\n(I, I, I respect that)\nI done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me\nSomehow, some way they just end up at my mercy\nJust show some courtesy\n(Hell yeah, nigga, you know, and niggas still got it)\n(Believe that shit)\n\nI got killers 'round the way, ready to move that work for me\nNiggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me\nAll I want is courtesy, who cares 'bout the radio?\nAnd you could take the cassette deck from off of your old boombox\nAnd it wouldn't matter, there's still squares on your radio\nTo keep your wealth, I learned to stay to yo'self\n\nI call for Charl, tell him spray paint a mural in Watts\nOf me spray-paintin' a mural of Miracle Watts\nShout-out to Michael \"5000\" Watts\nI'm on that lean movement like I'm out here tryna box\nLook, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh\nMeanin' you gettin' the laze' dot to your offspring\nI'm a lost bein', uh\nTry to cross me without fallin' off, I'm afraid not\nI'm a frayed knot like a draw string\n\nI'm preachin' to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff\nIf you can imagine me hopping up out of the cabin\nLike I'm one of the dukes of Hazzard like, \"Fuck it\"\nLeave the top off like time for foreplay\nThat last line that was before your time\nLike Big Ben sittin' in Beyoncé doorway\nWhile I'm receivin' Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway\nListenin' to rappers kick knowledge\nThat they probably got from Touré\n\nThese Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they king\nNot knowing the kind of drama that that bring\nI'ma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring\nTurn that to Gatlin'\nMy next album gon' be so dark and so fly\nI should see the package, it wrapped in batwings\nThese Soul Train Music Award actors rock fake as wrestlin'\nDressed bottom to top in leather lookin' like bacon in Vaseline\n\nHow you looking like beef jerky?\nBeefin' in every verse, but never beefin' in person?\nRandy Savage, you wouldn't snap a Slim Jim\nYou wouldn't rip a wrappin' on Christmas in Santa's attic\nWit' the hands of Eddie Scissors and you average\nPut your motherfuckin' hands up\nMy job is to move the crowd, move the motherfuckin' crowd\nPut your motherfuckin' hands up\n\nI respect 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Drivin' drunk on co-pilot, drivin' 'til I total it\n  I'm tryna stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it\n  The game is just a game of splits and politics wit' no ballot\n\n  All kind of clips with mo' malice than pushin'\n  If you profilin', there'll probably be more violence than lookin'\n  I'm so stylish, but I ain't talkin' eBay, no high-end fashion either\n  If you catch me by the runway, it's the one that's for the PJ\n  This one is for my lyricists, courtesy of my DJ\n\n  (I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts)\n  (Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick)\n  (I, I, I respect that)\n  I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me\n  Somehow, some way they just end up at my mercy\n  Just show some courtesy\n  (Hell yeah, nigga, you know, and niggas still got it)\n  (Believe that shit)\n\n  I got killers 'round the way, ready to move that work for me\n  Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me\n  All I want is courtesy, who cares 'bout the 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 end_ms: 115720\n- text: Of me spray-paintin' a mural of Miracle Watts\n  start_ms: 115720\n  end_ms: 118570\n- text: Shout-out to Michael \"5000\" Watts\n  start_ms: 118570\n  end_ms: 120720\n- text: I'm on that lean movement like I'm out here tryna box\n  start_ms: 120720\n  end_ms: 123760\n- text: Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh\n  start_ms: 123760\n  end_ms: 126280\n- text: Meanin' you gettin' the laze' dot to your offspring\n  start_ms: 126280\n  end_ms: 129090\n- text: I'm a lost bein', uh\n  start_ms: 129090\n  end_ms: 130380\n- text: Try to cross me without fallin' off, I'm afraid not\n  start_ms: 130380\n  end_ms: 133210\n- text: I'm a frayed knot like a draw string\n  start_ms: 133210\n  end_ms: 135530\n- text: I'm preachin' to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff\n  start_ms: 135530\n  end_ms: 138410\n- text: If you can imagine me hopping up out of the cabin\n  start_ms: 138410\n  end_ms: 141110\n- text: Like I'm one of the dukes of Hazzard like, \"Fuck it\"\n  start_ms: 141110\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: Leave the top off like time for foreplay\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145800\n- text: That last line that was before your time\n  start_ms: 145800\n  end_ms: 148050\n- text: Like Big Ben sittin' in Beyoncé doorway\n  start_ms: 148050\n  end_ms: 150350\n- text: While I'm receivin' Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway\n  start_ms: 150350\n  end_ms: 153550\n- text: Listenin' to rappers kick knowledge\n  start_ms: 153550\n  end_ms: 155260\n- text: That they probably got from Touré\n  start_ms: 155260\n  end_ms: 156990\n- text: These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they king\n  start_ms: 156990\n  end_ms: 159530\n- text: Not knowing the kind of drama that that bring\n  start_ms: 159530\n  end_ms: 161530\n- text: I'ma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring\n  start_ms: 161530\n  end_ms: 164430\n- text: Turn that to Gatlin'\n  start_ms: 164430\n  end_ms: 165690\n- text: My next album gon' be so dark and so fly\n  start_ms: 165690\n  end_ms: 168130\n- text: I should see the package, it wrapped in batwings\n  start_ms: 168130\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: These Soul Train Music Award actors rock fake as wrestlin'\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 173730\n- text: Dressed bottom to top in leather lookin' like bacon in Vaseline\n  start_ms: 173730\n  end_ms: 176740\n- text: How you looking like beef jerky?\n  start_ms: 176740\n  end_ms: 178180\n- text: Beefin' in every verse, but never beefin' in person?\n  start_ms: 178180\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: Randy Savage, you wouldn't snap a Slim Jim\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183150\n- text: You wouldn't rip a wrappin' on Christmas in Santa's attic\n  start_ms: 183150\n  end_ms: 185990\n- text: Wit' the hands of Eddie Scissors and you average\n  start_ms: 185990\n  end_ms: 188240\n- text: Put your motherfuckin' hands up\n  start_ms: 188240\n  end_ms: 190280\n- text: My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfuckin' crowd\n  start_ms: 190280\n  end_ms: 194070\n- text: Put your motherfuckin' hands up\n  start_ms: 194070\n  end_ms: 197560\n- text: I respect that\n  start_ms: 197560\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: PRhyme\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 201460\nplain: |-\n  Yo, where the other one at?\n  I like this one\n  Just let it go, Preem\n\n  Z06 'Vette, grippin', feelin' almost there\n  Listenin' to Bon Jovi, rollin' \"Livin' on a Prayer\"\n  Privy to the gossip that's been said about me constant\n  It's the life and times of \"Bumpy\" Johnson meets \"Nucky\" Thompson\n  I used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live\n  I value relationships, still I keep it competitive\n  Nowadays, chances are that if you see me throw the match\n  It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burnin' bridge\n\n  I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts\n  Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat\n  It's a fact that if you with your ho, don't matter\n  It's still appropriate to scope at it\n  Livin' life with no balance\n  Drivin' drunk on co-pilot, drivin' 'til I total it\n  I'm tryna stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it\n  The game is just a game of splits and politics wit' no ballot\n\n  All kind of clips with mo' malice than pushin'\n  If you profilin', there'll probably be more violence than lookin'\n  I'm so stylish, but I ain't talkin' eBay, no high-end fashion either\n  If you catch me by the runway, it's the one that's for the PJ\n  This one is for my lyricists, courtesy of my DJ\n\n  (I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts)\n  (Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick)\n  (I, I, I respect that)\n  I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me\n  Somehow, some way they just end up at my mercy\n  Just show some courtesy\n  (Hell yeah, nigga, you know, and niggas still got it)\n  (Believe that shit)\n\n  I got killers 'round the way, ready to move that work for me\n  Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me\n  All I want is courtesy, who cares 'bout the radio?\n  And you could take the cassette deck from off of your old boombox\n  And it wouldn't matter, there's still squares on your radio\n  To keep your wealth, I learned to stay to yo'self\n\n  I call for Charl, tell him spray paint a mural in Watts\n  Of me spray-paintin' a mural of Miracle Watts\n  Shout-out to Michael \"5000\" Watts\n  I'm on that lean movement like I'm out here tryna box\n  Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh\n  Meanin' you gettin' the laze' dot to your offspring\n  I'm a lost bein', uh\n  Try to cross me without fallin' off, I'm afraid not\n  I'm a frayed knot like a draw string\n\n  I'm preachin' to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff\n  If you can imagine me hopping up out of the cabin\n  Like I'm one of the dukes of Hazzard like, \"Fuck it\"\n  Leave the top off like time for foreplay\n  That last line that was before your time\n  Like Big Ben sittin' in Beyoncé doorway\n  While I'm receivin' Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway\n  Listenin' to rappers kick knowledge\n  That they probably got from Touré\n\n  These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they king\n  Not knowing the kind of drama that that bring\n  I'ma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring\n  Turn that to Gatlin'\n  My next album gon' be so dark and so fly\n  I should see the package, it wrapped in batwings\n  These Soul Train Music Award actors rock fake as wrestlin'\n  Dressed bottom to top in leather lookin' like bacon in Vaseline\n\n  How you looking like beef jerky?\n  Beefin' in every verse, but never beefin' in person?\n  Randy Savage, you wouldn't snap a Slim Jim\n  You wouldn't rip a wrappin' on Christmas in Santa's attic\n  Wit' the hands of Eddie Scissors and you average\n  Put your motherfuckin' hands up\n  My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfuckin' crowd\n  Put your motherfuckin' hands up\n\n  I respect that\n  PRhyme\n"}]