[{"id":25680506,"name":"PHAROAHE MONCHE - GOD SEND (FEAT ORGANIZED KONFUSION)","trackName":"PHAROAHE MONCHE - GOD SEND (FEAT ORGANIZED KONFUSION)","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":195.891167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[pharoahe monch]\nmy mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\nsister's on the street corner, lyin again\njust heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\ni'm tryin again to make moves.\ni'll be damned if we go hungry\never since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\nthis song you see is like an ode to god\nthat he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\nand this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\nincarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\ntime for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\nmy vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\ni told you i'd hurt the music\ntravellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\nmathematically we live at right angles\nfuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\ndanglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\ninhale the effervesence of life\nthis street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\npeerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\nwhat is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\nscale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\ni seen it all through the eyes of a needle\ndepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nniggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nwho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nghost, we disregard the most magnificent\neat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nstuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\ncredits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n[prince poetry]\nincarcerated scarfaces in all places\ncrack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\ny-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\nhustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\ngive the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\ntrumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\nfor why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\nby all means, survival is what i teach these\nfirst time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\nnow my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\nbust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\nbring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\nwhat? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\ni'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\ntake food from a table and get drunk to your death\nnow feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\ni seen it all through the eyes of a needle\ndepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nniggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nwho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nghost, we disregard the most magnificent\neat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nstuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\ncredits about to roll and hell is the sequel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PHAROAHE MONCHE - GOD SEND (FEAT ORGANIZED KONFUSION)\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Internal Affairs\n  duration_ms: 195891\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  my mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\n  sister's on the street corner, lyin again\n  just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\n  i'm tryin again to make moves.\n  i'll be damned if we go hungry\n  ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\n  this song you see is like an ode to god\n  that he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\n  and this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\n  incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\n  time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\n  my vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\n  i told you i'd hurt the music\n  travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\n  mathematically we live at right angles\n  fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\n  danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\n  inhale the effervesence of life\n  this street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\n  peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\n  what is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\n  scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\n  i seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n  [prince poetry]\n  incarcerated scarfaces in all places\n  crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\n  y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\n  hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\n  give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\n  trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\n  for why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\n  by all means, survival is what i teach these\n  first time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\n  now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\n  bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\n  bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\n  what? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\n  i'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\n  take food from a table and get drunk to your death\n  now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\n  i seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n"},{"id":1595489,"name":"God Send","trackName":"God Send","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Pharoahe monch]\nMy mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\nSister's on the street corner, lyin again\nJust heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\nI'm tryin again to make moves.\nI'll be damned if we go hungry\nEver since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\nThis song you see is like an ode to god\nThat he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\nAnd this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\nIncarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\nTime for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\nMy vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\nI told you i'd hurt the music\nTravellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\nMathematically we live at right angles\nFuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\nDanglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\nInhale the effervesence of life\nThis street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\nPeerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\nWhat is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\nScale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\nI seen it all through the eyes of a needle\nDepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nNiggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nWho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nGhost, we disregard the most magnificent\nEat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nStuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\nCredits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n[Prince poetry]\nIncarcerated scarfaces in all places\nCrack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\nY-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\nHustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\nGive the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\nTrumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\nFor why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\nBy all means, survival is what i teach these\nFirst time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\nNow my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\nBust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\nBring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\nWhat? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\nI'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\nTake food from a table and get drunk to your death\nNow feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\nI seen it all through the eyes of a needle\nDepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nNiggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nWho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nGhost, we disregard the most magnificent\nEat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nStuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\nCredits about to roll and hell is the sequel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Send\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Internal Affairs\n  duration_ms: 196000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  My mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\n  Sister's on the street corner, lyin again\n  Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\n  I'm tryin again to make moves.\n  I'll be damned if we go hungry\n  Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\n  This song you see is like an ode to god\n  That he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\n  And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\n  Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\n  Time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\n  My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\n  I told you i'd hurt the music\n  Travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\n  Mathematically we live at right angles\n  Fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\n  Danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\n  Inhale the effervesence of life\n  This street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\n  Peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\n  What is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\n  Scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\n  I seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  Niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  Who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Incarcerated scarfaces in all places\n  Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\n  Y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\n  Hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\n  Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\n  Trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\n  For why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\n  By all means, survival is what i teach these\n  First time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\n  Now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\n  Bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\n  Bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\n  What? 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stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\nI'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\nTake food from a table and get drunk to your death\nNow feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\nI seen it all through the eyes of a needle\nDepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nNiggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nWho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nGhost, we disregard the most magnificent\nEat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nStuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\nCredits about to roll and hell is the sequel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Send\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Internal Affairs\n  duration_ms: 198205\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  My mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\n  Sister's on the street corner, lyin again\n  Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\n  I'm tryin again to make moves.\n  I'll be damned if we go hungry\n  Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\n  This song you see is like an ode to god\n  That he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\n  And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\n  Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\n  Time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\n  My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\n  I told you i'd hurt the music\n  Travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\n  Mathematically we live at right angles\n  Fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\n  Danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\n  Inhale the effervesence of life\n  This street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\n  Peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\n  What is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\n  Scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\n  I seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  Niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  Who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Incarcerated scarfaces in all places\n  Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\n  Y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\n  Hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\n  Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\n  Trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\n  For why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\n  By all means, survival is what i teach these\n  First time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\n  Now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\n  Bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\n  Bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\n  What? 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stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\nI'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\nTake food from a table and get drunk to your death\nNow feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\nI seen it all through the eyes of a needle\nDepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nNiggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nWho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nGhost, we disregard the most magnificent\nEat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nStuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\nCredits about to roll and hell is the sequel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Send\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Internal Affairs\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  My mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\n  Sister's on the street corner, lyin again\n  Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\n  I'm tryin again to make moves.\n  I'll be damned if we go hungry\n  Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\n  This song you see is like an ode to god\n  That he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\n  And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\n  Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\n  Time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\n  My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\n  I told you i'd hurt the music\n  Travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\n  Mathematically we live at right angles\n  Fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\n  Danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\n  Inhale the effervesence of life\n  This street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\n  Peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\n  What is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\n  Scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\n  I seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  Niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  Who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Incarcerated scarfaces in all places\n  Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\n  Y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\n  Hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\n  Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\n  Trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\n  For why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\n  By all means, survival is what i teach these\n  First time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\n  Now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\n  Bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\n  Bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\n  What? 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stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\ni'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\ntake food from a table and get drunk to your death\nnow feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\ni seen it all through the eyes of a needle\ndepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nniggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nwho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nghost, we disregard the most magnificent\neat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nstuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\ncredits about to roll and hell is the sequel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Send [Explicit]\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Internal Affairs [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 196140\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  my mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\n  sister's on the street corner, lyin again\n  just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\n  i'm tryin again to make moves.\n  i'll be damned if we go hungry\n  ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\n  this song you see is like an ode to god\n  that he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\n  and this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\n  incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\n  time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\n  my vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\n  i told you i'd hurt the music\n  travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\n  mathematically we live at right angles\n  fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\n  danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\n  inhale the effervesence of life\n  this street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\n  peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\n  what is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\n  scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\n  i seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n  [prince poetry]\n  incarcerated scarfaces in all places\n  crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\n  y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\n  hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\n  give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\n  trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\n  for why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\n  by all means, survival is what i teach these\n  first time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\n  now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\n  bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\n  bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\n  what? 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stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\nI'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\nTake food from a table and get drunk to your death\nNow feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\nI seen it all through the eyes of a needle\nDepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nNiggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nWho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nGhost, we disregard the most magnificent\nEat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nStuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\nCredits about to roll and hell is the sequel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Send - Organized Konfusion\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Internal Affairs\n  duration_ms: 196000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  My mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\n  Sister's on the street corner, lyin again\n  Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\n  I'm tryin again to make moves.\n  I'll be damned if we go hungry\n  Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\n  This song you see is like an ode to god\n  That he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\n  And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\n  Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\n  Time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\n  My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\n  I told you i'd hurt the music\n  Travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\n  Mathematically we live at right angles\n  Fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\n  Danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\n  Inhale the effervesence of life\n  This street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\n  Peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\n  What is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\n  Scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\n  I seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  Niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  Who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Incarcerated scarfaces in all places\n  Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\n  Y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\n  Hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\n  Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\n  Trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\n  For why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\n  By all means, survival is what i teach these\n  First time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\n  Now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\n  Bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\n  Bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\n  What? 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Prince Po [Organized Konfusion]\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Internal Affairs\n  duration_ms: 195813\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  my mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\n  sister's on the street corner, lyin again\n  just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\n  i'm tryin again to make moves.\n  i'll be damned if we go hungry\n  ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\n  this song you see is like an ode to god\n  that he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\n  and this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\n  incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\n  time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\n  my vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\n  i told you i'd hurt the music\n  travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\n  mathematically we live at right angles\n  fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\n  danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\n  inhale the effervesence of life\n  this street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\n  peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\n  what is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\n  scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\n  i seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n  [prince poetry]\n  incarcerated scarfaces in all places\n  crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\n  y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\n  hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\n  give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\n  trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\n  for why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\n  by all means, survival is what i teach these\n  first time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\n  now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\n  bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\n  bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\n  what? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\n  i'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\n  take food from a table and get drunk to your death\n  now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\n  i seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n"},{"id":10383041,"name":"God Send","trackName":"God Send","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch feat. Prince Po","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[pharoahe monch]\nmy mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\nsister's on the street corner, lyin again\njust heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\ni'm tryin again to make moves.\ni'll be damned if we go hungry\never since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\nthis song you see is like an ode to god\nthat he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\nand this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\nincarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\ntime for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\nmy vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\ni told you i'd hurt the music\ntravellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\nmathematically we live at right angles\nfuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\ndanglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\ninhale the effervesence of life\nthis street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\npeerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\nwhat is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\nscale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\ni seen it all through the eyes of a needle\ndepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nniggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nwho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nghost, we disregard the most magnificent\neat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nstuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\ncredits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n[prince poetry]\nincarcerated scarfaces in all places\ncrack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\ny-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\nhustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\ngive the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\ntrumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\nfor why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\nby all means, survival is what i teach these\nfirst time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\nnow my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\nbust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\nbring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\nwhat? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\ni'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\ntake food from a table and get drunk to your death\nnow feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\ni seen it all through the eyes of a needle\ndepletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\nniggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\nwho's fuckin who, when time is of significance\nghost, we disregard the most magnificent\neat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\nstuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\ncredits about to roll and hell is the sequel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Send\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch feat. Prince Po\n  album: Internal Affairs\n  duration_ms: 196000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  my mom is in the bedroom, cryin again\n  sister's on the street corner, lyin again\n  just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again\n  i'm tryin again to make moves.\n  i'll be damned if we go hungry\n  ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me\n  this song you see is like an ode to god\n  that he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar\n  and this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred\n  incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes\n  time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king\n  my vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government\n  i told you i'd hurt the music\n  travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted\n  mathematically we live at right angles\n  fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels\n  danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air\n  inhale the effervesence of life\n  this street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle\n  peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves\n  what is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail\n  scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.\n  i seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n  [prince poetry]\n  incarcerated scarfaces in all places\n  crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases\n  y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless\n  hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases\n  give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses\n  trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons\n  for why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species\n  by all means, survival is what i teach these\n  first time offenders catchin seven to fifteen\n  now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen\n  bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes\n  bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens\n  what? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens\n  i'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend\n  take food from a table and get drunk to your death\n  now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath\n  i seen it all through the eyes of a needle\n  depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people\n  niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about\n  who's fuckin who, when time is of significance\n  ghost, we disregard the most magnificent\n  eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal\n  stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil\n  credits about to roll and hell is the sequel\n"}]