[{"id":490821,"name":"Free","trackName":"Free","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Desire","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm x10\nI'm Free!\nFree!\nFree!\n\n(Hook)\nYou can take my ways, shackle and chain me\nBack straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\nSpit in my face, hold me down\nI keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n\n(Verse 1)\nYa A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\nNow switch that advance for your emancipation\nYou seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\nI pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\nThey take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\nFor the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\nChoruses of cocaine tales and black heat\nOnly to trade niggas like professional athletes\nThey'll take that merchandising\nSnatch that publishing\nPack that black ass, ship you to London\nBuy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\nA real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\nWhile y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\nThey'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\nKlan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\nI said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n\n(Hook)\n\nOk...\n\n(Verse 2)\nI give birth to verses in churches with no confession\nSo please pardon my postpartum depression\nA-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\nFor immature minds to get it with each lesson\nThree Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n\"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\nThey got digital codes on the music for them to scan\nSo even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\nNow Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\nI'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\nI peeped the future in my sleep\nTo be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\nCause i believe they put the virus in the latex\nCondoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\nWhen i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\nBut an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n\n(Hook)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] I'm x10\n[00:01.81] I'm Free!\n[00:03.66] Free!\n[00:04.59] Free!\n[00:05.46] (Hook)\n[00:33.45] You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n[00:36.13] Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n[00:43.44] Spit in my face, hold me down\n[00:47.00] I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n[00:52.48] (Verse 1)\n[00:55.14] Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n[00:58.89] Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n[01:01.53] You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n[01:04.28] I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n[01:06.91] They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n[01:09.66] For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n[01:12.35] Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n[01:15.06] Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n[01:17.82] They'll take that merchandising\n[01:19.65] Snatch that publishing\n[01:21.43] Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n[01:23.22] Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n[01:26.84] A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n[01:29.50] While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n[01:32.20] They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n[01:34.91] Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n[01:37.62] I said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n[01:40.43] (Hook)\n[02:00.39] Ok...\n[02:02.18] (Verse 2)\n[02:03.07] I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n[02:05.75] So please pardon my postpartum depression\n[02:08.41] A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n[02:11.14] For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n[02:13.84] Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n[02:16.56] \"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\n[02:19.39] They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n[02:22.98] So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n[02:25.60] Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n[02:28.39] I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n[02:31.06] I peeped the future in my sleep\n[02:33.74] To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n[02:37.50] Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n[02:39.30] Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n[02:41.93] When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n[02:45.50] But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n[02:47.36] (Hook)\n[03:33.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Free\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Desire\n duration_ms: 214000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm x10\n start_ms: 960\n end_ms: 1810\n- text: I'm Free!\n start_ms: 1810\n end_ms: 3660\n- text: Free!\n start_ms: 3660\n end_ms: 4590\n- text: Free!\n start_ms: 4590\n end_ms: 5460\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 5460\n end_ms: 33450\n- text: You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n start_ms: 33450\n end_ms: 36130\n- text: Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n start_ms: 36130\n end_ms: 43440\n- text: Spit in my face, hold me down\n start_ms: 43440\n end_ms: 47000\n- text: I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n start_ms: 47000\n end_ms: 52480\n- text: (Verse 1)\n start_ms: 52480\n end_ms: 55140\n- text: Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n start_ms: 55140\n end_ms: 58890\n- text: Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n start_ms: 58890\n end_ms: 61530\n- text: You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n start_ms: 61530\n end_ms: 64280\n- text: I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n start_ms: 64280\n end_ms: 66910\n- text: They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n start_ms: 66910\n end_ms: 69660\n- text: For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n start_ms: 69660\n end_ms: 72350\n- text: Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n start_ms: 72350\n end_ms: 75060\n- text: Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n start_ms: 75060\n end_ms: 77820\n- text: They'll take that merchandising\n start_ms: 77820\n end_ms: 79650\n- text: Snatch that publishing\n start_ms: 79650\n end_ms: 81430\n- text: Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n start_ms: 81430\n end_ms: 83220\n- text: Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n start_ms: 83220\n end_ms: 86840\n- text: A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n start_ms: 86840\n end_ms: 89500\n- text: While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n start_ms: 89500\n end_ms: 92200\n- text: They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n start_ms: 92200\n end_ms: 94910\n- text: Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n start_ms: 94910\n end_ms: 97620\n- text: I said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n start_ms: 97620\n end_ms: 100430\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 100430\n end_ms: 120390\n- text: Ok...\n start_ms: 120390\n end_ms: 122180\n- text: (Verse 2)\n start_ms: 122180\n end_ms: 123070\n- text: I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n start_ms: 123070\n end_ms: 125750\n- text: So please pardon my postpartum depression\n start_ms: 125750\n end_ms: 128410\n- text: A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n start_ms: 128410\n end_ms: 131140\n- text: For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n start_ms: 131140\n end_ms: 133840\n- text: Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n start_ms: 133840\n end_ms: 136560\n- text: '\"How you discussin'' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"'\n start_ms: 136560\n end_ms: 139390\n- text: They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n start_ms: 139390\n end_ms: 142980\n- text: So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n start_ms: 142980\n end_ms: 145600\n- text: Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n start_ms: 145600\n end_ms: 148390\n- text: I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n start_ms: 148390\n end_ms: 151060\n- text: I peeped the future in my sleep\n start_ms: 151060\n end_ms: 153740\n- text: To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n start_ms: 153740\n end_ms: 157500\n- text: Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n start_ms: 157500\n end_ms: 159300\n- text: Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n start_ms: 159300\n end_ms: 161930\n- text: When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n start_ms: 161930\n end_ms: 165500\n- text: But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n start_ms: 165500\n end_ms: 167360\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 167360\n end_ms: 213090\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 213090\nplain: |-\n I'm x10\n I'm Free!\n Free!\n Free!\n\n (Hook)\n You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n Spit in my face, hold me down\n I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n\n (Verse 1)\n Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n They'll take that merchandising\n Snatch that publishing\n Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n I said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n\n (Hook)\n\n Ok...\n\n (Verse 2)\n I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n So please pardon my postpartum depression\n A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n \"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\n They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n I peeped the future in my sleep\n To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n\n (Hook)\n"},{"id":16994872,"name":"Free","trackName":"Free","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"[2007] Desire [Best Buy Bonus Track]","duration":214.5291609,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm x10\nI'm Free!\nFree!\nFree!\n\n(Hook)\nYou can take my ways, shackle and chain me\nBack straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\nSpit in my face, hold me down\nI keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n\n(Verse 1)\nYa A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\nNow switch that advance for your emancipation\nYou seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\nI pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\nThey take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\nFor the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\nChoruses of cocaine tales and black heat\nOnly to trade niggas like professional athletes\nThey'll take that merchandising\nSnatch that publishing\nPack that black ass, ship you to London\nBuy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\nA real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\nWhile y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\nThey'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\nKlan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\nI said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n\n(Hook)\n\nOk...\n\n(Verse 2)\nI give birth to verses in churches with no confession\nSo please pardon my postpartum depression\nA-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\nFor immature minds to get it with each lesson\nThree Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n\"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\nThey got digital codes on the music for them to scan\nSo even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\nNow Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\nI'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\nI peeped the future in my sleep\nTo be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\nCause i believe they put the virus in the latex\nCondoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\nWhen i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\nBut an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n\n(Hook)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] I'm x10\n[00:01.81] I'm Free!\n[00:03.66] Free!\n[00:04.59] Free!\n[00:05.46] (Hook)\n[00:33.45] You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n[00:36.13] Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n[00:43.44] Spit in my face, hold me down\n[00:47.00] I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n[00:52.48] (Verse 1)\n[00:55.14] Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n[00:58.89] Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n[01:01.53] You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n[01:04.28] I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n[01:06.91] They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n[01:09.66] For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n[01:12.35] Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n[01:15.06] Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n[01:17.82] They'll take that merchandising\n[01:19.65] Snatch that publishing\n[01:21.43] Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n[01:23.22] Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n[01:26.84] A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n[01:29.50] While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n[01:32.20] They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n[01:34.91] Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n[01:37.62] I said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n[01:40.43] (Hook)\n[02:00.39] Ok...\n[02:02.18] (Verse 2)\n[02:03.07] I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n[02:05.75] So please pardon my postpartum depression\n[02:08.41] A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n[02:11.14] For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n[02:13.84] Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n[02:16.56] \"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\n[02:19.39] They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n[02:22.98] So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n[02:25.60] Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n[02:28.39] I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n[02:31.06] I peeped the future in my sleep\n[02:33.74] To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n[02:37.50] Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n[02:39.30] Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n[02:41.93] When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n[02:45.50] But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n[02:47.36] (Hook)\n[03:33.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Free\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: '[2007] Desire [Best Buy Bonus Track]'\n duration_ms: 214529\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm x10\n start_ms: 960\n end_ms: 1810\n- text: I'm Free!\n start_ms: 1810\n end_ms: 3660\n- text: Free!\n start_ms: 3660\n end_ms: 4590\n- text: Free!\n start_ms: 4590\n end_ms: 5460\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 5460\n end_ms: 33450\n- text: You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n start_ms: 33450\n end_ms: 36130\n- text: Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n start_ms: 36130\n end_ms: 43440\n- text: Spit in my face, hold me down\n start_ms: 43440\n end_ms: 47000\n- text: I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n start_ms: 47000\n end_ms: 52480\n- text: (Verse 1)\n start_ms: 52480\n end_ms: 55140\n- text: Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n start_ms: 55140\n end_ms: 58890\n- text: Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n start_ms: 58890\n end_ms: 61530\n- text: You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n start_ms: 61530\n end_ms: 64280\n- text: I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n start_ms: 64280\n end_ms: 66910\n- text: They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n start_ms: 66910\n end_ms: 69660\n- text: For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n start_ms: 69660\n end_ms: 72350\n- text: Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n start_ms: 72350\n end_ms: 75060\n- text: Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n start_ms: 75060\n end_ms: 77820\n- text: They'll take that merchandising\n start_ms: 77820\n end_ms: 79650\n- text: Snatch that publishing\n start_ms: 79650\n end_ms: 81430\n- text: Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n start_ms: 81430\n end_ms: 83220\n- text: Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n start_ms: 83220\n end_ms: 86840\n- text: A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n start_ms: 86840\n end_ms: 89500\n- text: While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n start_ms: 89500\n end_ms: 92200\n- text: They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n start_ms: 92200\n end_ms: 94910\n- text: Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n start_ms: 94910\n end_ms: 97620\n- text: I said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n start_ms: 97620\n end_ms: 100430\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 100430\n end_ms: 120390\n- text: Ok...\n start_ms: 120390\n end_ms: 122180\n- text: (Verse 2)\n start_ms: 122180\n end_ms: 123070\n- text: I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n start_ms: 123070\n end_ms: 125750\n- text: So please pardon my postpartum depression\n start_ms: 125750\n end_ms: 128410\n- text: A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n start_ms: 128410\n end_ms: 131140\n- text: For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n start_ms: 131140\n end_ms: 133840\n- text: Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n start_ms: 133840\n end_ms: 136560\n- text: '\"How you discussin'' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"'\n start_ms: 136560\n end_ms: 139390\n- text: They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n start_ms: 139390\n end_ms: 142980\n- text: So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n start_ms: 142980\n end_ms: 145600\n- text: Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n start_ms: 145600\n end_ms: 148390\n- text: I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n start_ms: 148390\n end_ms: 151060\n- text: I peeped the future in my sleep\n start_ms: 151060\n end_ms: 153740\n- text: To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n start_ms: 153740\n end_ms: 157500\n- text: Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n start_ms: 157500\n end_ms: 159300\n- text: Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n start_ms: 159300\n end_ms: 161930\n- text: When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n start_ms: 161930\n end_ms: 165500\n- text: But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n start_ms: 165500\n end_ms: 167360\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 167360\n end_ms: 213090\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 213090\nplain: |-\n I'm x10\n I'm Free!\n Free!\n Free!\n\n (Hook)\n You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n Spit in my face, hold me down\n I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n\n (Verse 1)\n Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n They'll take that merchandising\n Snatch that publishing\n Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n I said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n\n (Hook)\n\n Ok...\n\n (Verse 2)\n I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n So please pardon my postpartum depression\n A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n \"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\n They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n I peeped the future in my sleep\n To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n\n (Hook)\n"},{"id":25873751,"name":"Free","trackName":"Free","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Desire (Advance)","duration":214.543673,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm x10\nI'm Free!\nFree!\nFree!\n\n(Hook)\nYou can take my ways, shackle and chain me\nBack straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\nSpit in my face, hold me down\nI keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n\n(Verse 1)\nYa A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\nNow switch that advance for your emancipation\nYou seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\nI pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\nThey take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\nFor the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\nChoruses of cocaine tales and black heat\nOnly to trade niggas like professional athletes\nThey'll take that merchandising\nSnatch that publishing\nPack that black ass, ship you to London\nBuy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\nA real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\nWhile y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\nThey'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\nKlan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\nI said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n\n(Hook)\n\nOk...\n\n(Verse 2)\nI give birth to verses in churches with no confession\nSo please pardon my postpartum depression\nA-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\nFor immature minds to get it with each lesson\nThree Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n\"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\nThey got digital codes on the music for them to scan\nSo even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\nNow Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\nI'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\nI peeped the future in my sleep\nTo be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\nCause i believe they put the virus in the latex\nCondoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\nWhen i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\nBut an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n\n(Hook)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] I'm x10\n[00:01.81] I'm Free!\n[00:03.66] Free!\n[00:04.59] Free!\n[00:05.46] (Hook)\n[00:33.45] You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n[00:36.13] Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n[00:43.44] Spit in my face, hold me down\n[00:47.00] I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n[00:52.48] (Verse 1)\n[00:55.14] Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n[00:58.89] Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n[01:01.53] You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n[01:04.28] I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n[01:06.91] They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n[01:09.66] For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n[01:12.35] Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n[01:15.06] Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n[01:17.82] They'll take that merchandising\n[01:19.65] Snatch that publishing\n[01:21.43] Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n[01:23.22] Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n[01:26.84] A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n[01:29.50] While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n[01:32.20] They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n[01:34.91] Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n[01:37.62] I said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n[01:40.43] (Hook)\n[02:00.39] Ok...\n[02:02.18] (Verse 2)\n[02:03.07] I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n[02:05.75] So please pardon my postpartum depression\n[02:08.41] A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n[02:11.14] For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n[02:13.84] Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n[02:16.56] \"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\n[02:19.39] They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n[02:22.98] So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n[02:25.60] Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n[02:28.39] I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n[02:31.06] I peeped the future in my sleep\n[02:33.74] To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n[02:37.50] Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n[02:39.30] Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n[02:41.93] When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n[02:45.50] But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n[02:47.36] (Hook)\n[03:33.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Free\n artist: Pharoahe Monch\n album: Desire (Advance)\n duration_ms: 214544\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm x10\n start_ms: 960\n end_ms: 1810\n- text: I'm Free!\n start_ms: 1810\n end_ms: 3660\n- text: Free!\n start_ms: 3660\n end_ms: 4590\n- text: Free!\n start_ms: 4590\n end_ms: 5460\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 5460\n end_ms: 33450\n- text: You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n start_ms: 33450\n end_ms: 36130\n- text: Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n start_ms: 36130\n end_ms: 43440\n- text: Spit in my face, hold me down\n start_ms: 43440\n end_ms: 47000\n- text: I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n start_ms: 47000\n end_ms: 52480\n- text: (Verse 1)\n start_ms: 52480\n end_ms: 55140\n- text: Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n start_ms: 55140\n end_ms: 58890\n- text: Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n start_ms: 58890\n end_ms: 61530\n- text: You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n start_ms: 61530\n end_ms: 64280\n- text: I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n start_ms: 64280\n end_ms: 66910\n- text: They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n start_ms: 66910\n end_ms: 69660\n- text: For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n start_ms: 69660\n end_ms: 72350\n- text: Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n start_ms: 72350\n end_ms: 75060\n- text: Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n start_ms: 75060\n end_ms: 77820\n- text: They'll take that merchandising\n start_ms: 77820\n end_ms: 79650\n- text: Snatch that publishing\n start_ms: 79650\n end_ms: 81430\n- text: Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n start_ms: 81430\n end_ms: 83220\n- text: Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n start_ms: 83220\n end_ms: 86840\n- text: A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n start_ms: 86840\n end_ms: 89500\n- text: While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n start_ms: 89500\n end_ms: 92200\n- text: They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n start_ms: 92200\n end_ms: 94910\n- text: Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n start_ms: 94910\n end_ms: 97620\n- text: I said, \"Fuck you! 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Man.?\"'\n start_ms: 136560\n end_ms: 139390\n- text: They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n start_ms: 139390\n end_ms: 142980\n- text: So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n start_ms: 142980\n end_ms: 145600\n- text: Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n start_ms: 145600\n end_ms: 148390\n- text: I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n start_ms: 148390\n end_ms: 151060\n- text: I peeped the future in my sleep\n start_ms: 151060\n end_ms: 153740\n- text: To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n start_ms: 153740\n end_ms: 157500\n- text: Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n start_ms: 157500\n end_ms: 159300\n- text: Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n start_ms: 159300\n end_ms: 161930\n- text: When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n start_ms: 161930\n end_ms: 165500\n- text: But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n start_ms: 165500\n end_ms: 167360\n- text: (Hook)\n start_ms: 167360\n end_ms: 213090\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 213090\nplain: |-\n I'm x10\n I'm Free!\n Free!\n Free!\n\n (Hook)\n You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n Spit in my face, hold me down\n I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n\n (Verse 1)\n Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n They'll take that merchandising\n Snatch that publishing\n Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n I said, \"Fuck you! 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Man.?\"\n They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n I peeped the future in my sleep\n To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n\n (Hook)\n"},{"id":13242362,"name":"Free (Prod. Davel \"Bo\" McKenzie AKA 99 Fingaz & Kellen \"J. Clyde\" Ford)","trackName":"Free (Prod. Davel \"Bo\" McKenzie AKA 99 Fingaz & Kellen \"J. 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Man.?\"\nThey got digital codes on the music for them to scan\nSo even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\nNow Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\nI'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\nI peeped the future in my sleep\nTo be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\nCause i believe they put the virus in the latex\nCondoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\nWhen i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\nBut an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n\n(Hook)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] I'm x10\n[00:01.81] I'm Free!\n[00:03.66] Free!\n[00:04.59] Free!\n[00:05.46] (Hook)\n[00:33.45] You can take my ways, shackle and chain me\n[00:36.13] Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)\n[00:43.44] Spit in my face, hold me down\n[00:47.00] I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)\n[00:52.48] (Verse 1)\n[00:55.14] Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation\n[00:58.89] Now switch that advance for your emancipation\n[01:01.53] You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real\n[01:04.28] I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill\n[01:06.91] They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet\n[01:09.66] For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets\n[01:12.35] Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat\n[01:15.06] Only to trade niggas like professional athletes\n[01:17.82] They'll take that merchandising\n[01:19.65] Snatch that publishing\n[01:21.43] Pack that black ass, ship you to London\n[01:23.22] Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin\n[01:26.84] A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman\n[01:29.50] While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets\n[01:32.20] They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'\n[01:34.91] Klan seen me on the block and said, \"Freeze!\"\n[01:37.62] I said, \"Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n[01:40.43] (Hook)\n[02:00.39] Ok...\n[02:02.18] (Verse 2)\n[02:03.07] I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n[02:05.75] So please pardon my postpartum depression\n[02:08.41] A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n[02:11.14] For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n[02:13.84] Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n[02:16.56] \"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\n[02:19.39] They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n[02:22.98] So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n[02:25.60] Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n[02:28.39] I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n[02:31.06] I peeped the future in my sleep\n[02:33.74] To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n[02:37.50] Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n[02:39.30] Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n[02:41.93] When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n[02:45.50] But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n[02:47.36] (Hook)\n[03:33.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Free (Prod. Davel \"Bo\" McKenzie AKA 99 Fingaz & Kellen \"J. 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I'm a man, I'm Free!\"\n\n (Hook)\n\n Ok...\n\n (Verse 2)\n I give birth to verses in churches with no confession\n So please pardon my postpartum depression\n A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections\n For immature minds to get it with each lesson\n Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,\n \"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?\"\n They got digital codes on the music for them to scan\n So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan\n Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search \"trescadecaphobia\" (triskaidekaphobia\")\n I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'\n I peeped the future in my sleep\n To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)\n Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex\n Condoms that they sell us, call it \"Safe Sex\"\n When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix\n But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet\n\n (Hook)\n"}]