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I'm the poetical pastor\nSlave to a label but i own my master\nStill get it poppin' without artist and repertoire\nCause Monch is a \"Monarch\", minus the A & R\nWhen my brain excels\nYour train derails\nPop shit, make you feel the 'Clipse'/clips like Pharell\nYou will feel me\nYou will admire\nMy struggle\nMy hustle\nMy soul\nDesire\n\n(Hook 2)\n\n(Hook)\n\nSaid its myyyyy desire\nYeeaaaah\n\nMy book's an ovary, the pages i lust to turn\nMy pen is the penis, when i write the ink's the sperm\nDesire - the fire that ignites the torch that burns\nThis is not rocket science, this is easy to turn\nMy mic's a gavel, when i talk court's ajurned\nRespect, even if you was 'ashes' you couldn't 'urn'\nI embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs\nRap's fatally ill, please get concerned\nPlayers pick turns to play, get burned\nI telecommentate the game like Chick Hearn\nThis is the moment of truth for my opponent's? alliance?\nVocals alone evoke the emotion of black choirs\nFire, you don't wanna get burned like Richard Pryor\nMove back, who's that there, the livewire\nYou will feel me\nYou will admire\nMy struggle\nMy hustle\nMy soul\nDesire\n\n(Hook 2)\n\n(Bridge)\nThats my desire\nKeep pushin'\nKeep strivin'\n\nMy passion\nMy fire\n\n{(Bridge), (Hook)} x3","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.41] Unh! Oh!\n[00:07.65] Oh! Oh!\n[00:09.14] Oh! Oh!\n[00:10.48] Oh!\n[00:11.55] (Hook)\n[00:11.89] Said it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\n[00:17.32] Yes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n[00:23.08] Comprehend the guidelines\n[00:25.23] My chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\n[00:28.78] I'm so famous, understand\n[00:31.25] New York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\n[00:34.13] And I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\n[00:37.28] Y'all don't hear me\n[00:38.78] Y'all don't listen\n[00:39.85] Y'all just wanna shine\n[00:41.16] Y'all just wanna glisten\n[00:42.86] Floss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\n[00:45.45] Who am I? I'm the poetical pastor\n[00:47.96] Slave to a label but i own my master\n[00:50.72] Still get it poppin' without artist and repertoire\n[00:53.59] Cause Monch is a \"Monarch\", minus the A & R\n[00:56.33] When my brain excels\n[00:57.95] Your train derails\n[00:59.14] Pop shit, make you feel the 'Clipse'/clips like Pharell\n[01:01.98] You will feel me\n[01:03.23] You will admire\n[01:04.62] My struggle\n[01:05.35] My hustle\n[01:06.00] My soul\n[01:06.88] Desire\n[01:08.47] (Hook 2)\n[01:11.22] (Hook)\n[01:11.43] Said its myyyyy desire\n[01:17.22] Yeeaaaah\n[01:28.71] My book's an ovary, the pages i lust to turn\n[01:31.59] My pen is the penis, when i write the ink's the sperm\n[01:34.31] Desire - the fire that ignites the torch that burns\n[01:37.23] This is not rocket science, this is easy to turn\n[01:39.97] My mic's a gavel, when i talk court's ajurned\n[01:42.55] Respect, even if you was 'ashes' you couldn't 'urn'\n[01:45.62] I embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs\n[01:48.42] Rap's fatally ill, please get concerned\n[01:51.28] Players pick turns to play, get burned\n[01:53.99] I telecommentate the game like Chick Hearn\n[01:56.70] This is the moment of truth for my opponent's? alliance?\n[01:59.53] Vocals alone evoke the emotion of black choirs\n[02:02.36] Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Richard Pryor\n[02:05.06] Move back, who's that there, the livewire\n[02:07.99] You will feel me\n[02:09.32] You will admire\n[02:10.68] My struggle\n[02:11.48] My hustle\n[02:12.16] My soul\n[02:12.83] Desire\n[02:14.93] (Hook 2)\n[02:15.65] (Bridge)\n[02:25.87] Thats my desire\n[02:28.35] Keep pushin'\n[02:29.89] Keep strivin'\n[02:34.08] My passion\n[02:35.43] My fire\n[02:46.36] {(Bridge), (Hook)} x3\n[03:25.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Desire\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Desire\n duration_ms: 212000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Unh! 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Oh!\n Oh! Oh!\n Oh! Oh!\n Oh!\n\n (Hook)\n Said it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\n Yes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n\n Comprehend the guidelines\n My chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\n I'm so famous, understand\n New York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\n And I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\n Y'all don't hear me\n Y'all don't listen\n Y'all just wanna shine\n Y'all just wanna glisten\n Floss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\n Who am I? 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Oh!\nOh! Oh!\nOh! Oh!\nOh!\n\n(Hook)\nSaid it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\nYes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n\nComprehend the guidelines\nMy chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\nI'm so famous, understand\nNew York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\nAnd I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\nY'all don't hear me\nY'all don't listen\nY'all just wanna shine\nY'all just wanna glisten\nFloss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\nWho am I? I'm the poetical pastor\nSlave to a label but i own my master\nStill get it poppin' without artist and repertoire\nCause Monch is a \"Monarch\", minus the A & R\nWhen my brain excels\nYour train derails\nPop shit, make you feel the 'Clipse'/clips like Pharell\nYou will feel me\nYou will admire\nMy struggle\nMy hustle\nMy soul\nDesire\n\n(Hook 2)\n\n(Hook)\n\nSaid its myyyyy desire\nyeeaaaah\n\nMy book's an ovary, the pages i lust to turn\nMy pen is the penis, when i write the ink's the sperm\nDesire - the fire that ignites the torch that burns\nThis is not rocket science, this is easy to turn\nMy mic's a gavel, when i talk court's ajurned\nRespect, even if you was 'ashes' you couldn't 'urn'\nI embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs\nRap's fatally ill, please get concerned\nPlayers pick turns to play, get burned\nI telecommentate the game like Chick Hearn\nThis is the moment of truth for my opponent's? alliance?\nVocals alone evoke the emotion of black choirs\nFire, you don't wanna get burned like Richard Pryor\nMove back, who's that there, the livewire\nYou will feel me\nYou will admire\nMy struggle\nMy hustle\nMy soul\nDesire\n\n(Hook 2)\n\n(Bridge)\nThats my desire\nKeep pushin'\nKeep strivin'\n\nMy passion\nMy fire\n\n{(Bridge), (Hook)} x3","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.41] Unh! Oh!\n[00:07.65] Oh! Oh!\n[00:09.14] Oh! Oh!\n[00:10.48] Oh!\n[00:11.55] (Hook)\n[00:11.89] Said it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\n[00:17.32] Yes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n[00:23.08] Comprehend the guidelines\n[00:25.23] My chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\n[00:28.78] I'm so famous, understand\n[00:31.25] New York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\n[00:34.13] And I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\n[00:37.28] Y'all don't hear me\n[00:38.78] Y'all don't listen\n[00:39.85] Y'all just wanna shine\n[00:41.16] Y'all just wanna glisten\n[00:42.86] Floss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\n[00:45.45] Who am I? 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Oh!\nOh! Oh!\nOh! Oh!\nOh!\n\n(Hook)\nSaid it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\nYes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n\nComprehend the guidelines\nMy chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\nI'm so famous, understand\nNew York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\nAnd I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\nY'all don't hear me\nY'all don't listen\nY'all just wanna shine\nY'all just wanna glisten\nFloss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\nWho am I? 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Oh!\n start_ms: 6410\n end_ms: 7650\n- text: Oh! Oh!\n start_ms: 7650\n end_ms: 9140\n- text: Oh! Oh!\n start_ms: 9140\n end_ms: 10480\n- text: Oh!\n start_ms: 10480\n end_ms: 11550\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 11550\n end_ms: 11890\n- text: Said it's my desire! 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Oh!\n Oh! Oh!\n Oh! Oh!\n Oh!\n\n (Hook)\n Said it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\n Yes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n\n Comprehend the guidelines\n My chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\n I'm so famous, understand\n New York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\n And I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\n Y'all don't hear me\n Y'all don't listen\n Y'all just wanna shine\n Y'all just wanna glisten\n Floss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\n Who am I? I'm the poetical pastor\n Slave to a label but i own my master\n Still get it poppin' without artist and repertoire\n Cause Monch is a \"Monarch\", minus the A & R\n When my brain excels\n Your train derails\n Pop shit, make you feel the 'Clipse'/clips like Pharell\n You will feel me\n You will admire\n My struggle\n My hustle\n My soul\n Desire\n\n (Hook 2)\n\n (Hook)\n\n Said its myyyyy desire\n yeeaaaah\n\n My book's an ovary, the pages i lust to turn\n My pen is the penis, when i write the ink's the sperm\n Desire - the fire that ignites the torch that burns\n This is not rocket science, this is easy to turn\n My mic's a gavel, when i talk court's ajurned\n Respect, even if you was 'ashes' you couldn't 'urn'\n I embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs\n Rap's fatally ill, please get concerned\n Players pick turns to play, get burned\n I telecommentate the game like Chick Hearn\n This is the moment of truth for my opponent's? alliance?\n Vocals alone evoke the emotion of black choirs\n Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Richard Pryor\n Move back, who's that there, the livewire\n You will feel me\n You will admire\n My struggle\n My hustle\n My soul\n Desire\n\n (Hook 2)\n\n (Bridge)\n Thats my desire\n Keep pushin'\n Keep strivin'\n\n My passion\n My fire\n\n {(Bridge), (Hook)} x3\n"},{"id":22637263,"name":"Desire (Clean)","trackName":"Desire (Clean)","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Desire","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Unh! Oh!\nOh! Oh!\nOh! Oh!\nOh!\n\n(Hook)\nSaid it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\nYes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n\nComprehend the guidelines\nMy chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\nI'm so famous, understand\nNew York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\nAnd I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\nY'all don't hear me\nY'all don't listen\nY'all just wanna shine\nY'all just wanna glisten\nFloss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\nWho am I? I'm the poetical pastor\nSlave to a label but i own my master\nStill get it poppin' without artist and repertoire\nCause Monch is a \"Monarch\", minus the A & R\nWhen my brain excels\nYour train derails\nPop shit, make you feel the 'Clipse'/clips like Pharell\nYou will feel me\nYou will admire\nMy struggle\nMy hustle\nMy soul\nDesire\n\n(Hook 2)\n\n(Hook)\n\nSaid its myyyyy desire\nyeeaaaah\n\nMy book's an ovary, the pages i lust to turn\nMy pen is the penis, when i write the ink's the sperm\nDesire - the fire that ignites the torch that burns\nThis is not rocket science, this is easy to turn\nMy mic's a gavel, when i talk court's ajurned\nRespect, even if you was 'ashes' you couldn't 'urn'\nI embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs\nRap's fatally ill, please get concerned\nPlayers pick turns to play, get burned\nI telecommentate the game like Chick Hearn\nThis is the moment of truth for my opponent's? alliance?\nVocals alone evoke the emotion of black choirs\nFire, you don't wanna get burned like Richard Pryor\nMove back, who's that there, the livewire\nYou will feel me\nYou will admire\nMy struggle\nMy hustle\nMy soul\nDesire\n\n(Hook 2)\n\n(Bridge)\nThats my desire\nKeep pushin'\nKeep strivin'\n\nMy passion\nMy fire\n\n{(Bridge), (Hook)} x3","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.41] Unh! 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Oh!\n Oh! Oh!\n Oh! Oh!\n Oh!\n\n (Hook)\n Said it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\n Yes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n\n Comprehend the guidelines\n My chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\n I'm so famous, understand\n New York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\n And I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\n Y'all don't hear me\n Y'all don't listen\n Y'all just wanna shine\n Y'all just wanna glisten\n Floss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\n Who am I? 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Oh!\nOh! Oh!\nOh! Oh!\nOh!\n\n(Hook)\nSaid it's my desire! Yes it is! yeeeaaah\nYes it is, yes it is, oh yea...\n\nComprehend the guidelines\nMy chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines\nI'm so famous, understand\nNew York City respect my game like Joe Nameth\nAnd I protect my name like yo' anus... in prison\nY'all don't hear me\nY'all don't listen\nY'all just wanna shine\nY'all just wanna glisten\nFloss, knowin' the soul is still missin'\nWho am I? 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The live wire\n[02:07.68] You will feel me, you will admire\n[02:10.34] My struggle, my hustle, my soul, desire\n[02:14.76] Ooh, oh, yeah\n[02:18.60] Said, it's my desire, yes it is, yeah\n[02:25.67] It's my desire, keep pushin', keep strivin'\n[02:33.38] My passion, my fire, that's my desire\n[02:39.21] I keep pushin', I keep strivin'\n[02:42.17] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:47.90] That's my desire, I keep pushin', I keep strivin'\n[02:52.66] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:59.05] That's my desire, I keep pushin', I keep strivin'\n[03:04.55] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:10.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Desire (Dirty)\n artist: Pharoahe Monch feat. 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now let's just say, I'm tryin' to get horizontal like yesterday, she say.\n\nOoh ooh, you sexy (sexy)\nBaby, won't you let me (let me)\nBaby, oohh\nShow some secret thangs to you\nOoh ooh, you sexy (sexy)\nBaby, won't you let me (let me)\nBaby, oohh\nAll the things you want me to\n\nAll the things you want me to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bar Tap Featuring Mela Machinko\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Desire\n duration_ms: 188000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n They don't dig the urgency\n\n Okay, so boom like\n I'm at the bar right, I'm at the club\n I'm chillin' at the bar\n I got my drink, you know I drink my Grey Goose\n So I turn around with my drink in my hand\n Shorty all over me, you know what I'm sayin?\n Everybody lookin at my face like \"Yo what you gonna do?\" you know what I'm sayin?\n So I'm like, yeah I'm lookin at her and like...\n\n Wooo let me adjust myself\n She making it hard, I don't trust myself\n But you throwin it back, I might bust right here\n You dancing like you're really tryin to f*ck right here\n If you don't feel that roll of quarters, move that bubble back whole at boarder\n And if you turn around and bend, I will show you one and again\n\n She said \"who you know how you get a nine in the club?\"\n I said \"that's not a nine ma, that's merely a eight, but if I buy you drink could we go out on a date, cause you sound like you wasn't born inside the empire state\"\n She said \"I'm not from here, it's hot in here, but you're popular, so I'm not secure\"\n Everywhere she was walking dudes was stoppin her\n The smoke was irritating to her occular\n I said \"your contacts\"\n She said \"huh?\"\n Give me your contact\n I'm going to the bathroom, can you buy me a cognac?\n Okay, okay...\n\n Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)\n Baby won't you let me (let me)\n Baby, oohh\n Show some secret thangs to you\n Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)\n Baby, won't you let me (let me)\n Baby, oohh\n All the things you want me to\n\n I got you hennessy n coke, but shoulda got a diet cause if you watching your calories, now where's my hospitality?\n And if I got it straight... shiet, what if it's straight?\n Cause after a couple of those you start to relate\n She dancin' better than savion, workin' her lady charm\n Battin' her eyelashes, finaglin' her baby arm,\n And all up in my space, next day I'm on her myspace, top eight\n We contemplatin a hot date\n Got poolside flicks for the cool fly blogs, with the rules I kicked about the yuletide logs\n She like low cut jeans with the real high clogs and dig music so much she got two iPods\n I'm tryin' to make it to third base like A-rod\n Throw a couple of guinness stout back just to stay? now let's just say, I'm tryin' to get horizontal like yesterday, she say.\n\n Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)\n Baby, won't you let me (let me)\n Baby, oohh\n Show some secret thangs to you\n Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)\n Baby, won't you let me (let me)\n Baby, oohh\n All the things you want me to\n\n All the things you want me to\n"},{"id":6259948,"name":"Push","trackName":"Push","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Desire","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I live my life\nOne day at a time\nHold my head\nSo I don't lose my mind\nSometimes you might fall down\nBut you get back up\nGet on your journey\nYeah, keep on pushin'\nPushin', pushin', pushin'\n\nI walked downstairs\nAnd my body's light\nDone pushed my struggles\nEndured my pride\nI fear no man\nI know wrong from right\nWe push until the day we see the light\nAnd we keep on pushin'\nPushin', pushin', pushin'\n\nYour weak-ass compubot power shots mix fly over me\nMy accurate jabs connect like rotary\nMake you notice me, be like:\n\"Damn, dudes on some totally when he rides the bass line like Ginóbili\"\nI'm vocally unmatched, nobly\nWith the flow, slow on the ground\nBut mo' public than notary\nPush, in this era of G.W. Bush\nWe must load mental ammunition and bust\nThus, I'm a hold you down, I got you\nOne more repetition I'm a spot you\nThis is for my blue collar workin', beer guzzlin'\nBootleg, DVD sellin', keep hustling\nPush, if you represent the struggle then push\nPeep the pieces of the puzzle and push\nNever let 'em place a muzzle just push\n\nKeep on, keep on, keep on, keep on\n(Push, push, push, push)","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.76] I live my life\n[00:20.31] One day at a time\n[00:24.24] Hold my head\n[00:26.32] So I don't lose my mind\n[00:29.47] Sometimes you might fall down\n[00:32.41] But you get back up\n[00:35.35] Get on your journey\n[00:39.38] Yeah, keep on pushin'\n[00:43.03] Pushin', pushin', pushin'\n[01:03.39] I walked downstairs\n[01:05.75] And my body's light\n[01:08.86] Done pushed my struggles\n[01:11.51] Endured my pride\n[01:14.28] I fear no man\n[01:17.08] I know wrong from right\n[01:20.09] We push until the day we see the light\n[01:24.01] And we keep on pushin'\n[01:28.20] Pushin', pushin', pushin'\n[01:46.92] Your weak-ass compubot power shots mix fly over me\n[01:49.99] My accurate jabs connect like rotary\n[01:52.66] Make you notice me, be like:\n[01:54.22] \"Damn, dudes on some totally when he rides the bass line like Ginóbili\"\n[01:58.43] I'm vocally unmatched, nobly\n[02:01.05] With the flow, slow on the ground\n[02:02.30] But mo' public than notary\n[02:03.91] Push, in this era of G.W. 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