[{"id":6297353,"name":"Allies","trackName":"Allies","artistName":"Poor Righteous Teachers","albumName":"The New World Order","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring the fugees\n\nWj: yo this mic is on?\nThe wickedest combination in the world!\n\nWi: no doubt poor righteous teachers refugees you know what i'm saying?\n\nWalk around in the record industry\nI'm looking at all the pharasees\nAsking me where i'm going\nAll i know is one day that babylon will be fallen\nThey welcome me into jerusalem\nEighty niggas highly crucial by ham\nI got my .45 by my side\nJust in case another nigga tests me someone's gonna die\n\nBo bo so bo i leave the boat for the pope\nSmoke mad weed but not touch bayley coke\nPrimary purpose of the set\nIs to present techniques and guided practice\nAnd forced access to forfeit\nEmcees lose focus\nWyclef to accomplish throwing crumbs in the hell pit\nVocabulary, comprehension, steady reading and critical analyzing\nTechniques to enable dj's to interact with my material\nPlay it on your turntable scratch it if you're able\nCharacteristics, circumstances\nWill determine how long you live mr. actor, mrs. actress\n\nI act will snatch gats from kids with packed back black raps\nIn an ac to get with that\n\nLh: ah ah ah ah\n\nWi: easy!\n\nBlack people say i represent when i get my chance\nBut when i'm rippin' to this beat, yo it's my nubian dance\nThat i be doing\nAround these suckers' titles that i ruin\nAlthough you do not like the flow you should not have been booing\nNow you and your crew had better get your act together\nBefore i have to cut the fool release the stormy weather\nWhatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my way\nAnd you'll be screaming \"mercy me\" like if your name was marvin gaye\nNow put it away and stay the fuck up out my face\nI smack you in the mouth homeboy and you'll be missing taste\nWhat a waste to everything existing up till now\nSo many claiming butter but just don't be knowing how\n\nLh: ah ah ah\n\nWi: so my selector, come with the rhythm!\n\nFor sure i'm law to be the poor righteous conscious\nYou might just feel thrust when i touch like midas\nMy toungue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous\nWyclef and pras they drop hits wherever they goes like gladys\nCatch the midnight train to georgia\nAs my tongue does a dropkick like sgt. slaughter\nNew world order, you lions who are trying to roar\nI'll silence you lambs like jodie foster\nThere's no need to feel sentimental\nParental guidance is advised for those who despise\nThe wise and intelligent, refugees, immigrants\n\nLh: ah ah ah ah\n\nWi: my selector, culture freedom lay the wickedest basslines\n\nMay... i... kick a little something for the g-o-d's in the j-e-r-s-e-y\nBecause you niggas know me i'm the da gan ya dee\nSixteen five four three five coincide freak wise\nTime you recognize who run up in the nine\nRush like water raw cuts in your guts\nTrails from rozelle oh hell we rock bells\nLive as stuyvesant, wise and them, rise again\nThe gods a.v.g. they'll bomb washin-\nNo man 'em trouble they jet something\nDon't make me have to kick you on your god damned chin\nI'll frappe you in your head with bottle of heinekein\nLa\nMister wise\n\nOk, ha\nMy intellect will protect what you threaten\nCaptain to lieutenant, even take cadets in\nI take them all rich and to the powerful\nDon't fear no other force i be defining your hardcore\nThe folklore you spread down over tracks\nGot you gassed off some shit may i suggest ex-lax\nRelax! your whole perception seems to be distorted\nIn my dimensions fake refugees get deported\nJokers be biting each other's styles so much it's eerie\nSo many deja vu's but can't no other crews come near me\nIt's weary, my brothers couldn't hold this if they grasped it\nConfession to jesus are even tried to master\nI passed it off the levels of your mere mathematics\nI'm on some astrophysics quantum leaping on your tactics\nTriple bypasses, your crew's slow as molasses\nWhile i amass cream like jackie kennedy onassis\n\nAh ah ah ah\nRefugee p.r.t. connect\nNew jersey, this is how we do it\n\nWi: if hip hop was a thing that money could not buy\nThe righteous would never live and the righteous would never die\nPoor righteous teachers and refugees come to testify\nWe world sexy style\nYo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allies\n  artist: Poor Righteous Teachers\n  album: The New World Order\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring the fugees\n\n  Wj: yo this mic is on?\n  The wickedest combination in the world!\n\n  Wi: no doubt poor righteous teachers refugees you know what i'm saying?\n\n  Walk around in the record industry\n  I'm looking at all the pharasees\n  Asking me where i'm going\n  All i know is one day that babylon will be fallen\n  They welcome me into jerusalem\n  Eighty niggas highly crucial by ham\n  I got my .45 by my side\n  Just in case another nigga tests me someone's gonna die\n\n  Bo bo so bo i leave the boat for the pope\n  Smoke mad weed but not touch bayley coke\n  Primary purpose of the set\n  Is to present techniques and guided practice\n  And forced access to forfeit\n  Emcees lose focus\n  Wyclef to accomplish throwing crumbs in the hell pit\n  Vocabulary, comprehension, steady reading and critical analyzing\n  Techniques to enable dj's to interact with my material\n  Play it on your turntable scratch it if you're able\n  Characteristics, circumstances\n  Will determine how long you live mr. actor, mrs. actress\n\n  I act will snatch gats from kids with packed back black raps\n  In an ac to get with that\n\n  Lh: ah ah ah ah\n\n  Wi: easy!\n\n  Black people say i represent when i get my chance\n  But when i'm rippin' to this beat, yo it's my nubian dance\n  That i be doing\n  Around these suckers' titles that i ruin\n  Although you do not like the flow you should not have been booing\n  Now you and your crew had better get your act together\n  Before i have to cut the fool release the stormy weather\n  Whatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my way\n  And you'll be screaming \"mercy me\" like if your name was marvin gaye\n  Now put it away and stay the fuck up out my face\n  I smack you in the mouth homeboy and you'll be missing taste\n  What a waste to everything existing up till now\n  So many claiming butter but just don't be knowing how\n\n  Lh: ah ah ah\n\n  Wi: so my selector, come with the rhythm!\n\n  For sure i'm law to be the poor righteous conscious\n  You might just feel thrust when i touch like midas\n  My toungue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous\n  Wyclef and pras they drop hits wherever they goes like gladys\n  Catch the midnight train to georgia\n  As my tongue does a dropkick like sgt. slaughter\n  New world order, you lions who are trying to roar\n  I'll silence you lambs like jodie foster\n  There's no need to feel sentimental\n  Parental guidance is advised for those who despise\n  The wise and intelligent, refugees, immigrants\n\n  Lh: ah ah ah ah\n\n  Wi: my selector, culture freedom lay the wickedest basslines\n\n  May... i... kick a little something for the g-o-d's in the j-e-r-s-e-y\n  Because you niggas know me i'm the da gan ya dee\n  Sixteen five four three five coincide freak wise\n  Time you recognize who run up in the nine\n  Rush like water raw cuts in your guts\n  Trails from rozelle oh hell we rock bells\n  Live as stuyvesant, wise and them, rise again\n  The gods a.v.g. they'll bomb washin-\n  No man 'em trouble they jet something\n  Don't make me have to kick you on your god damned chin\n  I'll frappe you in your head with bottle of heinekein\n  La\n  Mister wise\n\n  Ok, ha\n  My intellect will protect what you threaten\n  Captain to lieutenant, even take cadets in\n  I take them all rich and to the powerful\n  Don't fear no other force i be defining your hardcore\n  The folklore you spread down over tracks\n  Got you gassed off some shit may i suggest ex-lax\n  Relax! your whole perception seems to be distorted\n  In my dimensions fake refugees get deported\n  Jokers be biting each other's styles so much it's eerie\n  So many deja vu's but can't no other crews come near me\n  It's weary, my brothers couldn't hold this if they grasped it\n  Confession to jesus are even tried to master\n  I passed it off the levels of your mere mathematics\n  I'm on some astrophysics quantum leaping on your tactics\n  Triple bypasses, your crew's slow as molasses\n  While i amass cream like jackie kennedy onassis\n\n  Ah ah ah ah\n  Refugee p.r.t. connect\n  New jersey, this is how we do it\n\n  Wi: if hip hop was a thing that money could not buy\n  The righteous would never live and the righteous would never die\n  Poor righteous teachers and refugees come to testify\n  We world sexy style\n  Yo\n"},{"id":30848174,"name":"Allies","trackName":"Allies","artistName":"Poor Righteous Teachers","albumName":"The Hip Hop Selection CD 2","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring the fugees\n\nWj: yo this mic is on?\nThe wickedest combination in the world!\n\nWi: no doubt poor righteous teachers refugees you know what i'm saying?\n\nWalk around in the record industry\nI'm looking at all the pharasees\nAsking me where i'm going\nAll i know is one day that babylon will be fallen\nThey welcome me into jerusalem\nEighty niggas highly crucial by ham\nI got my .45 by my side\nJust in case another nigga tests me someone's gonna die\n\nBo bo so bo i leave the boat for the pope\nSmoke mad weed but not touch bayley coke\nPrimary purpose of the set\nIs to present techniques and guided practice\nAnd forced access to forfeit\nEmcees lose focus\nWyclef to accomplish throwing crumbs in the hell pit\nVocabulary, comprehension, steady reading and critical analyzing\nTechniques to enable dj's to interact with my material\nPlay it on your turntable scratch it if you're able\nCharacteristics, circumstances\nWill determine how long you live mr. actor, mrs. actress\n\nI act will snatch gats from kids with packed back black raps\nIn an ac to get with that\n\nLh: ah ah ah ah\n\nWi: easy!\n\nBlack people say i represent when i get my chance\nBut when i'm rippin' to this beat, yo it's my nubian dance\nThat i be doing\nAround these suckers' titles that i ruin\nAlthough you do not like the flow you should not have been booing\nNow you and your crew had better get your act together\nBefore i have to cut the fool release the stormy weather\nWhatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my way\nAnd you'll be screaming \"mercy me\" like if your name was marvin gaye\nNow put it away and stay the fuck up out my face\nI smack you in the mouth homeboy and you'll be missing taste\nWhat a waste to everything existing up till now\nSo many claiming butter but just don't be knowing how\n\nLh: ah ah ah\n\nWi: so my selector, come with the rhythm!\n\nFor sure i'm law to be the poor righteous conscious\nYou might just feel thrust when i touch like midas\nMy toungue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous\nWyclef and pras they drop hits wherever they goes like gladys\nCatch the midnight train to georgia\nAs my tongue does a dropkick like sgt. slaughter\nNew world order, you lions who are trying to roar\nI'll silence you lambs like jodie foster\nThere's no need to feel sentimental\nParental guidance is advised for those who despise\nThe wise and intelligent, refugees, immigrants\n\nLh: ah ah ah ah\n\nWi: my selector, culture freedom lay the wickedest basslines\n\nMay... i... kick a little something for the g-o-d's in the j-e-r-s-e-y\nBecause you niggas know me i'm the da gan ya dee\nSixteen five four three five coincide freak wise\nTime you recognize who run up in the nine\nRush like water raw cuts in your guts\nTrails from rozelle oh hell we rock bells\nLive as stuyvesant, wise and them, rise again\nThe gods a.v.g. they'll bomb washin-\nNo man 'em trouble they jet something\nDon't make me have to kick you on your god damned chin\nI'll frappe you in your head with bottle of heinekein\nLa\nMister wise\n\nOk, ha\nMy intellect will protect what you threaten\nCaptain to lieutenant, even take cadets in\nI take them all rich and to the powerful\nDon't fear no other force i be defining your hardcore\nThe folklore you spread down over tracks\nGot you gassed off some shit may i suggest ex-lax\nRelax! your whole perception seems to be distorted\nIn my dimensions fake refugees get deported\nJokers be biting each other's styles so much it's eerie\nSo many deja vu's but can't no other crews come near me\nIt's weary, my brothers couldn't hold this if they grasped it\nConfession to jesus are even tried to master\nI passed it off the levels of your mere mathematics\nI'm on some astrophysics quantum leaping on your tactics\nTriple bypasses, your crew's slow as molasses\nWhile i amass cream like jackie kennedy onassis\n\nAh ah ah ah\nRefugee p.r.t. connect\nNew jersey, this is how we do it\n\nWi: if hip hop was a thing that money could not buy\nThe righteous would never live and the righteous would never die\nPoor righteous teachers and refugees come to testify\nWe world sexy style\nYo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allies\n  artist: Poor Righteous Teachers\n  album: The Hip Hop Selection CD 2\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring the fugees\n\n  Wj: yo this mic is on?\n  The wickedest combination in the world!\n\n  Wi: no doubt poor righteous teachers refugees you know what i'm saying?\n\n  Walk around in the record industry\n  I'm looking at all the pharasees\n  Asking me where i'm going\n  All i know is one day that babylon will be fallen\n  They welcome me into jerusalem\n  Eighty niggas highly crucial by ham\n  I got my .45 by my side\n  Just in case another nigga tests me someone's gonna die\n\n  Bo bo so bo i leave the boat for the pope\n  Smoke mad weed but not touch bayley coke\n  Primary purpose of the set\n  Is to present techniques and guided practice\n  And forced access to forfeit\n  Emcees lose focus\n  Wyclef to accomplish throwing crumbs in the hell pit\n  Vocabulary, comprehension, steady reading and critical analyzing\n  Techniques to enable dj's to interact with my material\n  Play it on your turntable scratch it if you're able\n  Characteristics, circumstances\n  Will determine how long you live mr. actor, mrs. actress\n\n  I act will snatch gats from kids with packed back black raps\n  In an ac to get with that\n\n  Lh: ah ah ah ah\n\n  Wi: easy!\n\n  Black people say i represent when i get my chance\n  But when i'm rippin' to this beat, yo it's my nubian dance\n  That i be doing\n  Around these suckers' titles that i ruin\n  Although you do not like the flow you should not have been booing\n  Now you and your crew had better get your act together\n  Before i have to cut the fool release the stormy weather\n  Whatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my way\n  And you'll be screaming \"mercy me\" like if your name was marvin gaye\n  Now put it away and stay the fuck up out my face\n  I smack you in the mouth homeboy and you'll be missing taste\n  What a waste to everything existing up till now\n  So many claiming butter but just don't be knowing how\n\n  Lh: ah ah ah\n\n  Wi: so my selector, come with the rhythm!\n\n  For sure i'm law to be the poor righteous conscious\n  You might just feel thrust when i touch like midas\n  My toungue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous\n  Wyclef and pras they drop hits wherever they goes like gladys\n  Catch the midnight train to georgia\n  As my tongue does a dropkick like sgt. slaughter\n  New world order, you lions who are trying to roar\n  I'll silence you lambs like jodie foster\n  There's no need to feel sentimental\n  Parental guidance is advised for those who despise\n  The wise and intelligent, refugees, immigrants\n\n  Lh: ah ah ah ah\n\n  Wi: my selector, culture freedom lay the wickedest basslines\n\n  May... i... kick a little something for the g-o-d's in the j-e-r-s-e-y\n  Because you niggas know me i'm the da gan ya dee\n  Sixteen five four three five coincide freak wise\n  Time you recognize who run up in the nine\n  Rush like water raw cuts in your guts\n  Trails from rozelle oh hell we rock bells\n  Live as stuyvesant, wise and them, rise again\n  The gods a.v.g. they'll bomb washin-\n  No man 'em trouble they jet something\n  Don't make me have to kick you on your god damned chin\n  I'll frappe you in your head with bottle of heinekein\n  La\n  Mister wise\n\n  Ok, ha\n  My intellect will protect what you threaten\n  Captain to lieutenant, even take cadets in\n  I take them all rich and to the powerful\n  Don't fear no other force i be defining your hardcore\n  The folklore you spread down over tracks\n  Got you gassed off some shit may i suggest ex-lax\n  Relax! your whole perception seems to be distorted\n  In my dimensions fake refugees get deported\n  Jokers be biting each other's styles so much it's eerie\n  So many deja vu's but can't no other crews come near me\n  It's weary, my brothers couldn't hold this if they grasped it\n  Confession to jesus are even tried to master\n  I passed it off the levels of your mere mathematics\n  I'm on some astrophysics quantum leaping on your tactics\n  Triple bypasses, your crew's slow as molasses\n  While i amass cream like jackie kennedy onassis\n\n  Ah ah ah ah\n  Refugee p.r.t. connect\n  New jersey, this is how we do it\n\n  Wi: if hip hop was a thing that money could not buy\n  The righteous would never live and the righteous would never die\n  Poor righteous teachers and refugees come to testify\n  We world sexy style\n  Yo\n"},{"id":40029352,"name":"Allies","trackName":"Allies","artistName":"Poor Righteous Teachers","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, this mic is on? One, two\nYeah, the wickedest combination in the world\nNo doubt, Poor Righteous Teachers, Refugees\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nYeah, yeah\nWalk around in the record industry\nI'm lookin' at all the viruses\nAskin' me where I'm goin'\nAll I know is one day that Babylon will be fallin'\n\nThey welcome me into Jerusalem\nLater niggas holler \"Crucify him\"\nI got my .45 by my side\nJust in case another nigga test me, someone's gonna die\nHope, hope, so hope I leave the boat for the boat\nSmoke mad weed but not that's barely cold\n\nPrimary purpose of this text\nIs to present techniques and guide the track test\nThe chords box us, the four effect\nMCs lose focus, Wyclef's too accomplished\nThrowin' clothes in the hell pit\nVocabulary comprehension, study readin' and critical analyzin'\nTechniques to enable DJs to interact with my material\nPlay it on your turntable, scratch it if you're able\nCharacteristics, circumstances\nWill determine how long you live, Mr. Optimist is that\n\nAyako snatch gats from kids with Pac\nBack who lack raps in a act to get quick jacked\n(For real, easy, yo, who want this?)\n\nLike people say I represent when I get my chance\nBut when I'm rippin' to this beat, yo, it's my Nubian dance\nThat I be doin' around these suckers' titles that I've ruined\nAlthough you do not like the flow, you shouldn't have been booing\nNow you and your crewin' better get your act together\nBefore I have to cut the fool, release the stormy weather\n\nWhatever you say, but nigga pop that shit my way\nAnd you'll be screamin' \"Mercy me\" like if your name was Marvin Gaye\nNow put it away and stay the fuck up out my face\nI'll smack you in your mouth, homeboy, and you'll be missin' taste\nWhat a waste to everything existin' up to now\n\nSo many claimin' butter but just don't be knowin' how\n\nGunshot means power\nIlliquid means real\nSo buy Selecta\nReload your caliber\nCome with the rhythm\n\nBust it\nFor sure I'm Lord to be the Poor Righteous conscious\nYou might just feel thrust when I touch like Midas\nMy tongue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous\nWhile Clem and Pros play the pits while El Burrito's like Gladys\n\nCatch the midnight train to Georgia\nAs my tongue does the dropkick like Sergeant Slaughter\nI roll order, you lions who tryin' to roar\nI silence your land like Jodie Foster\n\nThere's no need to feel sentimental\nParental guidance is advised for those who despise the wise\nAnd intelligence, Refugees, immigrants\n\nBuy Selecta\nCulture Beat, I'm playin' the wickedest bass on the drum\n\nMay I kick a little somethin' for the G-O-Ds\nAnd the J-E-R-S-E-Y\nBecause you niggas know me out the door\n\nGone yadi\n16-5, 1-3-5, Coincide, three wise\nTime you recognize who run up in the nine\nRough like walnut, raw cuts in your guts\nTrails from Roselle, oh hell, we rock bells\nLyman Stiverson, wisen 'em, rise again\nThe God Savi, G, the Barb Washi\nNo man of trouble not to dread somethin'\nDon't make me have to kick you in your goddamn chin\nI'll flat you in your head with buckle of Heineken\n\nLaw, Missa Wise, okay\n\nMy intellect will protect what you threaten\n\nCaptain to lieutenant, even take cadets in\nI take Amorism to the power four\n\nDon't fear no other force, I'm redefining your hardcore\n\nThe folklore you spread down over tracks\n\nGot you gasped on some shit, may I suggest Ex-Lax?\nRelax, your whole perception seems to be distorted\nIn my dimension, fake Refugees get deported\nJokers be like bitin' each other's style so much it's eerie\n\nSo many deja vus but can't no other crews come near we\nIt's weary, but brothers couldn't hold this if they grasped it\nConfessin' to Jesus or even tried the Masjid\nI passed it, all the levels of your mere mathematics\nI'm on some astrophysics but I'm leavin' on your tactics\nTriple bypasses, your crew slow like molasses\nWhile I amass cream like Jackie Kennedy Onassis\n\nRefugee, PRT connect\nTurn the beat, this is how we do\nIf hip-hop was a king that money could not buy\nThe wise who would never live and the righteous would never die\nPoor Righteous Teachers and Refugees come to testify\nWe were sexist style\nYo","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] Yo, this mic is on? One, two\n[00:02.92] Yeah, the wickedest combination in the world\n[00:05.92] No doubt, Poor Righteous Teachers, Refugees\n[00:08.03] You know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:11.38] Yeah, yeah\n[00:12.03] Walk around in the record industry\n[00:14.70] I'm lookin' at all the viruses\n[00:17.62] Askin' me where I'm goin'\n[00:19.53] All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallin'\n[00:23.18] They welcome me into Jerusalem\n[00:25.87] Later niggas holler \"Crucify him\"\n[00:28.55] I got my .45 by my side\n[00:30.79] Just in case another nigga test me, someone's gonna die\n[00:33.93] Hope, hope, so hope I leave the boat for the boat\n[00:36.77] Smoke mad weed but not that's barely cold\n[00:39.86] Primary purpose of this text\n[00:41.45] Is to present techniques and guide the track test\n[00:44.33] The chords box us, the four effect\n[00:46.75] MCs lose focus, Wyclef's too accomplished\n[00:49.14] Throwin' clothes in the hell pit\n[00:51.00] Vocabulary comprehension, study readin' and critical 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