[{"id":22946750,"name":"Dreadful Day","trackName":"Dreadful Day","artistName":"Poor Righteous Teachers","albumName":"The Essential Poor Righteous Teachers","duration":270.52,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring Junior Reid\n\n[Wise Intelligent]\n\nYook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\nPoor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\nHa ha\nWhat!\nCome down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n\n[Junior Reid]\n\nThinking why\nStanding here thinking why standing here thinking why (x6)\nIt was a dreadful day yeah\nBabylon take me away why\nDown to Riker's Island donde\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\nCause I not sure to get no more\nNo no more\nNo no more\n\n[Wise Intelligent]\nWitness the days and be real\nThe days of boys and rappers\nSoul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers\nThe body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya\nThe life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers\nNobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\nI beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid\nYou load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way\nYou're guaranteed to murder something today\nFrom Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\nYou're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\nBut now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\nProceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\n[Junior Reid]\n\nTake me from my wonderful home, oh\nCarry me to here in Rome, no\nSomeone's smart will use one comb\nMine'll make a knife\nAbout to get fleas and lice\nTonight\nThe man who smoke and bruise lose\nThey'll always have a next men to use\nPeep the gangsta man, why-oy\nOf this operation, why-oy\nBrutalization, why-oy\nLove to the nation, why-oy\n\n[Wise Intelligent]\n\nTrue\nThat day they took me away they had me bound in shackles\nLocked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\nBy chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\nBanner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\nJust like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\nYou can receive any drugs that you want to try and\nThe only difference between the streets and prison living\nAre homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\nAnd I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\nI've been here two years, one week and I want out\nWhen will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\nI fail to see a correctional facility\n\n[Junior Reid]\n\nIt was a dreadful day\nEradication take me away\nTake me to a penitentiary\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\nCause me not sure to get no more\nNo no more why-oy\nNo no more yeah\nTen men smoke once leave dayy\nDon't mean we on stage eight\nLook me eye no red\nLike wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\nPoor Righetous Teacher\nAnd Junior Reid sensei\nWe wanna see the sun rise\nIn the land of the rising sun\n\nIt was a dreadful day\nBabylon take me away\nDown to Riker's Island donde\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nThis is what I see every day\nThis is what I see every day\n\nLife in a jailhouse, life so rough\nLife in a jailhouse so tough\nSo rough","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.82] Featuring Junior Reid\n[00:01.81] [Wise Intelligent]\n[00:02.79] Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\n[00:03.91] Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\n[00:06.83] Ha ha\n[00:07.87] What!\n[00:10.05] Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n[00:12.72] [Junior Reid]\n[00:13.72] Thinking why\n[00:15.28] Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why (x6)\n[00:24.29] It was a dreadful day yeah\n[00:26.90] Babylon take me away why\n[00:29.73] Down to Riker's Island donde\n[00:32.36] This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n[00:35.06] Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n[00:37.99] Cause I not sure to get no more\n[00:41.12] No no more\n[00:43.98] No no more\n[00:47.68] [Wise Intelligent]\n[00:47.96] Witness the days and be real\n[00:50.03] The days of boys and rappers\n[00:50.93] Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers\n[00:53.94] The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya\n[00:57.07] The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers\n[01:00.05] Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\n[01:03.09] I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid\n[01:06.08] You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way\n[01:08.93] You're guaranteed to murder something today\n[01:11.86] From Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\n[01:15.00] You're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n[01:18.07] But now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\n[01:21.18] Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n[01:24.31] [Junior Reid]\n[01:25.57] Take me from my wonderful home, oh\n[01:26.80] Carry me to here in Rome, no\n[01:29.85] Someone's smart will use one comb\n[01:32.24] Mine'll make a knife\n[01:33.85] About to get fleas and lice\n[01:37.17] Tonight\n[01:40.37] The man who smoke and bruise lose\n[01:44.84] They'll always have a next men to use\n[01:47.17] Peep the gangsta man, why-oy\n[01:50.17] Of this operation, why-oy\n[01:53.18] Brutalization, why-oy\n[01:56.13] Love to the nation, why-oy\n[01:56.73] [Wise Intelligent]\n[01:57.78] True\n[02:00.36] That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles\n[02:03.02] Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\n[02:05.87] By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\n[02:09.02] Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\n[02:12.06] Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\n[02:14.60] You can receive any drugs that you want to try and\n[02:18.17] The only difference between the streets and prison living\n[02:21.03] Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n[02:24.06] And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\n[02:26.97] I've been here two years, one week and I want out\n[02:29.91] When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\n[02:32.99] I fail to see a correctional facility\n[02:36.33] [Junior Reid]\n[02:37.02] It was a dreadful day\n[02:38.27] Eradication take me away\n[02:41.32] Take me to a penitentiary\n[02:44.13] This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n[02:47.14] Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n[02:50.03] Cause me not sure to get no more\n[02:53.19] No no more why-oy\n[02:56.09] No no more yeah\n[02:59.19] Ten men smoke once leave dayy\n[03:02.16] Don't mean we on stage eight\n[03:05.66] Look me eye no red\n[03:08.23] Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\n[03:11.44] Poor Righetous Teacher\n[03:14.34] And Junior Reid sensei\n[03:17.02] We wanna see the sun rise\n[03:19.97] In the land of the rising sun\n[03:22.43] \n[03:43.18] It was a dreadful day\n[03:44.90] Babylon take me away\n[03:47.94] Down to Riker's Island donde\n[03:50.50] This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n[03:53.07] This is what I see every day\n[03:56.06] This is what I see every day\n[04:00.87] Life in a jailhouse, life so rough\n[04:03.27] Life in a jailhouse so tough\n[04:06.43] So rough\n[04:07.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dreadful Day\n  artist: Poor Righteous Teachers\n  album: The Essential Poor Righteous Teachers\n  duration_ms: 270520\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Featuring Junior Reid\n  start_ms: 820\n  end_ms: 1810\n- text: '[Wise Intelligent]'\n  start_ms: 1810\n  end_ms: 2790\n- text: Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\n  start_ms: 2790\n  end_ms: 3910\n- text: Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\n  start_ms: 3910\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Ha ha\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 7870\n- text: What!\n  start_ms: 7870\n  end_ms: 10050\n- text: Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: '[Junior Reid]'\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 13720\n- text: Thinking why\n  start_ms: 13720\n  end_ms: 15280\n- text: Standing here thinking why standing here 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ankles\n  By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\n  Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\n  Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\n  You can receive any drugs that you want to try and\n  The only difference between the streets and prison living\n  Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n  And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\n  I've been here two years, one week and I want out\n  When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\n  I fail to see a correctional facility\n\n  [Junior Reid]\n\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Eradication take me away\n  Take me to a penitentiary\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  Cause me not sure to get no more\n  No no more why-oy\n  No no more yeah\n  Ten men smoke once leave dayy\n  Don't mean we on stage eight\n  Look me eye no red\n  Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\n  Poor Righetous Teacher\n  And Junior Reid 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you cock your shit get on your way\n  You're guaranteed to murder something today\n  From Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\n  You're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n  But now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\n  Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\n  Take me from my wonderful home, oh\n  Carry me to here in Rome, no\n  Someone's smart will use one comb\n  Mine'll make a knife\n  About to get fleas and lice\n  Tonight\n\n  The man who smoke and bruise lose\n  They'll always have a next men to use\n  Peep the gangsta man, why-oy\n  Of this operation, why-oy\n  Brutalization, why-oy\n  Love to the nation, why-oy\n  True\n\n  That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles\n  Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\n  By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\n  Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\n  Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\n  You can receive any drugs that you want to try and\n  The only difference between the streets and prison living\n  Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n  And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\n  I've been here two years, one week and I want out\n  When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\n  I fail to see a correctional facility\n\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Eradication take me away\n  Take me to a penitentiary\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  Cause me not sure to get no more\n  No no more why-oy\n  No no more yeah\n\n  Ten men smoke once leave dayy\n  Don't mean we on stage eight\n  Look me eye no red\n  Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\n  Poor Righetous Teacher\n  And Junior Reid sensei\n  We want to see the sun rise\n  In the land of the rising sun\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Babylon take me away\n  Down to Riker's Island donde\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  This is what I see every day\n  This is what I see every day\n  Life in a jailhouse, life so rough\n  Life in a jailhouse so tough\n  So rough\n"},{"id":10044400,"name":"Dreadful Day","trackName":"Dreadful Day","artistName":"Poor Righteous Teachers","albumName":"The New World Order","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Junior Reid\n[Wise Intelligent]\nYook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\nPoor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\nHa ha\nWhat!\nCome down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n[Junior Reid]\nThinking why\nStanding here thinking why standing here thinking why (x6)\nIt was a dreadful day  yeah\nBabylon take me away  why\nDown to Riker's Island donde\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\nCause I not sure to get no more\nNo no more\nNo no more\n[Wise Intelligent]\nWitness the days and be real\nThe days of boys and rappers\nSoul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers\nThe body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya\nThe life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers\nNobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\nI beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid\nYou load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way\nYou're guaranteed to murder something today\nFrom Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\nYou're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\nBut now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\nProceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n[Junior Reid]\nTake me from my wonderful home, oh\nCarry me to here in Rome, no\nSomeone's smart will use one comb\nMine'll make a knife\nAbout to get fleas and lice\nTonight\nThe man who smoke and bruise lose\nThey'll always have a next men to use\nPeep the gangsta man, why-oy\nOf this operation, why-oy\nBrutalization, why-oy\nLove to the nation, why-oy\n[Wise Intelligent]\nTrue\nThat day they took me away they had me bound in shackles\nLocked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\nBy chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\nBanner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\nJust like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\nYou can receive any drugs that you want to try and\nThe only difference between the streets and prison living\nAre homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\nAnd I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\nI've been here two years, one week and I want out\nWhen will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\nI fail to see a correctional facility\n[Junior Reid]\nIt was a dreadful day\nEradication take me away\nTake me to a penitentiary\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\nCause me not sure to get no more\nNo no more why-oy\nNo no more yeah\nTen men smoke once leave dayy\nDon't mean we on stage eight\nLook me eye no red\nLike wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\nPoor Righetous Teacher\nAnd Junior Reid sensei\nWe want to see the sun rise\nIn the land of the rising sun\nIt was a dreadful day\nBabylon take me away\nDown to Riker's Island donde\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nThis is what I see every day\nThis is what I see every day\nLife in a jailhouse, life so rough\nLife in a jailhouse so tough\nSo rough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dreadful Day\n  artist: Poor Righteous Teachers\n  album: The New World Order\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Junior Reid\n  [Wise Intelligent]\n  Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\n  Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\n  Ha ha\n  What!\n  Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n  [Junior Reid]\n  Thinking why\n  Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why (x6)\n  It was a dreadful day  yeah\n  Babylon take me away  why\n  Down to Riker's Island donde\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  Cause I not sure to get no more\n  No no more\n  No no more\n  [Wise Intelligent]\n  Witness the days and be real\n  The days of boys and rappers\n  Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers\n  The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya\n  The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers\n  Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\n  I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid\n  You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way\n  You're guaranteed to murder something today\n  From Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\n  You're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n  But now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\n  Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n  [Junior Reid]\n  Take me from my wonderful home, oh\n  Carry me to here in Rome, no\n  Someone's smart will use one comb\n  Mine'll make a knife\n  About to get fleas and lice\n  Tonight\n  The man who smoke and bruise lose\n  They'll always have a next men to use\n  Peep the gangsta man, why-oy\n  Of this operation, why-oy\n  Brutalization, why-oy\n  Love to the nation, why-oy\n  [Wise Intelligent]\n  True\n  That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles\n  Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\n  By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\n  Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\n  Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\n  You can receive any drugs that you want to try and\n  The only difference between the streets and prison living\n  Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n  And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\n  I've been here two years, one week and I want out\n  When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\n  I fail to see a correctional facility\n  [Junior Reid]\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Eradication take me away\n  Take me to a penitentiary\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  Cause me not sure to get no more\n  No no more why-oy\n  No no more yeah\n  Ten men smoke once leave dayy\n  Don't mean we on stage eight\n  Look me eye no red\n  Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\n  Poor Righetous Teacher\n  And Junior Reid sensei\n  We want to see the sun rise\n  In the land of the rising sun\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Babylon take me away\n  Down to Riker's Island donde\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  This is what I see every day\n  This is what I see every day\n  Life in a jailhouse, life so rough\n  Life in a jailhouse so tough\n  So rough\n"},{"id":9385017,"name":"Dreadful Day (feat. Jr. Reid)","trackName":"Dreadful Day (feat. Jr. Reid)","artistName":"Poor Righteous Teachers","albumName":"The New World Order","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\nPoor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\nHa ha\nWhat!\nCome down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n\nThinking why\nStanding here thinking why standing here thinking why\n\nIt was a dreadful day yeah\nBabylon take me away why\nDown to Riker's Island donde\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\nCause I not sure to get no more\nNo no more\nNo no more\n\nWitness the days and be real\nThe days of boys and rappers\nSoul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers\nThe body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya\nThe life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers\nNobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\nI beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid\nYou load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way\nYou're guaranteed to murder something today\nFrom Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\nYou're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\nBut now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\nProceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\nTake me from my wonderful home, oh\nCarry me to here in Rome, no\nSomeone's smart will use one comb\nMine'll make a knife\nAbout to get fleas and lice\nTonight\n\nThe man who smoke and bruise lose\nThey'll always have a next men to use\nPeep the gangsta man, why-oy\nOf this operation, why-oy\nBrutalization, why-oy\nLove to the nation, why-oy\nTrue\n\nThat day they took me away they had me bound in shackles\nLocked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\nBy chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\nBanner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\nJust like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\nYou can receive any drugs that you want to try and\nThe only difference between the streets and prison living\nAre homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\nAnd I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\nI've been here two years, one week and I want out\nWhen will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\nI fail to see a correctional facility\n\nIt was a dreadful day\nEradication take me away\nTake me to a penitentiary\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\nCause me not sure to get no more\nNo no more why-oy\nNo no more yeah\n\nTen men smoke once leave dayy\nDon't mean we on stage eight\nLook me eye no red\nLike wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\nPoor Righetous Teacher\nAnd Junior Reid sensei\nWe want to see the sun rise\nIn the land of the rising sun\nIt was a dreadful day\nBabylon take me away\nDown to Riker's Island donde\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nThis is what I see every day\nThis is what I see every day\nLife in a jailhouse, life so rough\nLife in a jailhouse so tough\nSo rough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dreadful Day (feat. Jr. Reid)\n  artist: Poor Righteous Teachers\n  album: The New World Order\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\n  Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\n  Ha ha\n  What!\n  Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n\n  Thinking why\n  Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why\n\n  It was a dreadful day yeah\n  Babylon take me away why\n  Down to Riker's Island donde\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  Cause I not sure to get no more\n  No no more\n  No no more\n\n  Witness the days and be real\n  The days of boys and rappers\n  Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers\n  The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya\n  The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers\n  Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\n  I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid\n  You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way\n  You're guaranteed to murder something today\n  From Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\n  You're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n  But now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\n  Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\n  Take me from my wonderful home, oh\n  Carry me to here in Rome, no\n  Someone's smart will use one comb\n  Mine'll make a knife\n  About to get fleas and lice\n  Tonight\n\n  The man who smoke and bruise lose\n  They'll always have a next men to use\n  Peep the gangsta man, why-oy\n  Of this operation, why-oy\n  Brutalization, why-oy\n  Love to the nation, why-oy\n  True\n\n  That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles\n  Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\n  By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\n  Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\n  Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\n  You can receive any drugs that you want to try and\n  The only difference between the streets and prison living\n  Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n  And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\n  I've been here two years, one week and I want out\n  When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\n  I fail to see a correctional facility\n\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Eradication take me away\n  Take me to a penitentiary\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  Cause me not sure to get no more\n  No no more why-oy\n  No no more yeah\n\n  Ten men smoke once leave dayy\n  Don't mean we on stage eight\n  Look me eye no red\n  Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\n  Poor Righetous Teacher\n  And Junior Reid sensei\n  We want to see the sun rise\n  In the land of the rising sun\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Babylon take me away\n  Down to Riker's Island donde\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  This is what I see every day\n  This is what I see every day\n  Life in a jailhouse, life so rough\n  Life in a jailhouse so tough\n  So rough\n"},{"id":34348074,"name":"Dreadful Day","trackName":"Dreadful Day","artistName":"Poor Righteous Teachers, Junior Reid","albumName":"The New World Order","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo\nMore righteous teachers deh pon di case with Mr. Junior Reid\nHaha! What!?\nCome down Mr. Junior Reid and talk\nDing ding woy, stiggidy woy\nMan a ding ding woy, start it and ding ding woy\nMan a ding ding woy, start it and ding ding woy\nMan a ding ding woy\n\nIt was a dreadful day, yeah\nBabylon take me away, woy\nDown at Rikers Island down dey\nThis is what I see everyday, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\n'Cause I don't show to care no more\nNo no more, woy woy\nNo no more, yeah\n\nWitness the days of B-Real, the birth of poison rappers\n\nSoul snatchers, gun clappers, and blood sucking crackers\nThe body catchers, who keep their weapons pointed at ya\nThe life subtractors, the poison animal eating slackers\nNobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\nI beg you heed, this ting me talk with Junior Reid\nYou load your clip, you cock the shit, get on your way\nYou guaranteed to murder something today\nFrom Rikers Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\nYou touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n\nBut now you bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\nProceed to sticking, or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\nTake me from my wonderful home, home\nCarry me down eerie road, road\nSo much man a use one comb\nMan a need a knife\n'Bout to catch fleas and lice\nThe knife, yeah\n\nThe men who smoke and bruise, bruise\nAlways have a big spot to use\n\nNeed a knife, the man, woy woy\nA pure sufferation, woy woy\nBrutalization, woy woy\nNuff tribulation, woy woy, woy\n\nTrue, that day they took me away, they had me bound in shackles\n\nLocked down 12 brothers connected by the ankles\nBy chains we dangle, the prison board, the star spangled\nBanner for glamour, mad motherfucker slammer\nJust like the streets there's niggas in here wilding out and dying\nYou can receive any drugs that you want to try and\nThe only difference between the streets and prison living\nAre homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n\nAnd I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\nI've been here two years, one week, and I want out\nWhen will it cease? This way of death ain't fit for beast\nI fail to see a correctional facility\n\nIt was a dreadful day\nEradication take me away, woy\nTake I down at penitentiary\nThis is what I see everyday, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\n'Cause I don't show to care no more\nNo no more, woy woy\n\nNo no more, yeah yeah\nTen men smoke one spliff day\n\nDown inna Hans Bay jail, woy\nLove the iron rail, like wild monkey with a tail, well\nMore righteous teacher, a Junior Reid seh speak\nWe wanna see the sun rise in the land of the rising sun, woy\n\nEe-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee\nSai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-oh\nAh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\nNai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-oh-oy\nEe-ya-ya-oh-oy-oy\nEe-ya-ya-oh-oy-oy\nIt was a dreadful day\nBabylon take me away, woy\nDown at Rikers Island down dey\nThis is what I see everyday, oh yeah\n\nThis is what I see everyday\nThis is what I see everyday\nLife inna jailhouse, that's so rough\nLife inna jailhouse, so tough, so rough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dreadful Day\n  artist: Poor Righteous Teachers, Junior Reid\n  album: The New World Order\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo\n  More righteous teachers deh pon di case with Mr. Junior Reid\n  Haha! What!?\n  Come down Mr. Junior Reid and talk\n  Ding ding woy, stiggidy woy\n  Man a ding ding woy, start it and ding ding woy\n  Man a ding ding woy, start it and ding ding woy\n  Man a ding ding woy\n\n  It was a dreadful day, yeah\n  Babylon take me away, woy\n  Down at Rikers Island down dey\n  This is what I see everyday, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  'Cause I don't show to care no more\n  No no more, woy woy\n  No no more, yeah\n\n  Witness the days of B-Real, the birth of poison rappers\n\n  Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and blood sucking crackers\n  The body catchers, who keep their weapons pointed at ya\n  The life subtractors, the poison animal eating slackers\n  Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\n  I beg you heed, this ting me talk with Junior Reid\n  You load your clip, you cock the shit, get on your way\n  You guaranteed to murder something today\n  From Rikers Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\n  You touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n\n  But now you bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\n  Proceed to sticking, or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\n  Take me from my wonderful home, home\n  Carry me down eerie road, road\n  So much man a use one comb\n  Man a need a knife\n  'Bout to catch fleas and lice\n  The knife, yeah\n\n  The men who smoke and bruise, bruise\n  Always have a big spot to use\n\n  Need a knife, the man, woy woy\n  A pure sufferation, woy woy\n  Brutalization, woy woy\n  Nuff tribulation, woy woy, woy\n\n  True, that day they took me away, they had me bound in shackles\n\n  Locked down 12 brothers connected by the ankles\n  By chains we dangle, the prison board, the star spangled\n  Banner for glamour, mad motherfucker slammer\n  Just like the streets there's niggas in here wilding out and dying\n  You can receive any drugs that you want to try and\n  The only difference between the streets and prison living\n  Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n\n  And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\n  I've been here two years, one week, and I want out\n  When will it cease? This way of death ain't fit for beast\n  I fail to see a correctional facility\n\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Eradication take me away, woy\n  Take I down at penitentiary\n  This is what I see everyday, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  'Cause I don't show to care no more\n  No no more, woy woy\n\n  No no more, yeah yeah\n  Ten men smoke one spliff day\n\n  Down inna Hans Bay jail, woy\n  Love the iron rail, like wild monkey with a tail, well\n  More righteous teacher, a Junior Reid seh speak\n  We wanna see the sun rise in the land of the rising sun, woy\n\n  Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee\n  Sai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-oh\n  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\n  Nai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-oh-oy\n  Ee-ya-ya-oh-oy-oy\n  Ee-ya-ya-oh-oy-oy\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Babylon take me away, woy\n  Down at Rikers Island down dey\n  This is what I see everyday, oh yeah\n\n  This is what I see everyday\n  This is what I see everyday\n  Life inna jailhouse, that's so rough\n  Life inna jailhouse, so tough, so rough\n"},{"id":15037324,"name":"Dreadful Day","trackName":"Dreadful Day","artistName":"Poor Righteous Teachers featuring Junior Reid","albumName":"The New World Order","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring Junior Reid\n\n[Wise Intelligent]\n\nYook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\nPoor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\nHa ha\nWhat!\nCome down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n\n[Junior Reid]\n\nThinking why\nStanding here thinking why standing here thinking why (x6)\nIt was a dreadful day yeah\nBabylon take me away why\nDown to Riker's Island donde\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\nCause I not sure to get no more\nNo no more\nNo no more\n\n[Wise Intelligent]\nWitness the days and be real\nThe days of boys and rappers\nSoul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers\nThe body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya\nThe life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers\nNobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\nI beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid\nYou load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way\nYou're guaranteed to murder something today\nFrom Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\nYou're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\nBut now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\nProceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\n[Junior Reid]\n\nTake me from my wonderful home, oh\nCarry me to here in Rome, no\nSomeone's smart will use one comb\nMine'll make a knife\nAbout to get fleas and lice\nTonight\nThe man who smoke and bruise lose\nThey'll always have a next men to use\nPeep the gangsta man, why-oy\nOf this operation, why-oy\nBrutalization, why-oy\nLove to the nation, why-oy\n\n[Wise Intelligent]\n\nTrue\nThat day they took me away they had me bound in shackles\nLocked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\nBy chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\nBanner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\nJust like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\nYou can receive any drugs that you want to try and\nThe only difference between the streets and prison living\nAre homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\nAnd I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\nI've been here two years, one week and I want out\nWhen will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\nI fail to see a correctional facility\n\n[Junior Reid]\n\nIt was a dreadful day\nEradication take me away\nTake me to a penitentiary\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\nCause me not sure to get no more\nNo no more why-oy\nNo no more yeah\nTen men smoke once leave dayy\nDon't mean we on stage eight\nLook me eye no red\nLike wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\nPoor Righetous Teacher\nAnd Junior Reid sensei\nWe wanna see the sun rise\nIn the land of the rising sun\n\nIt was a dreadful day\nBabylon take me away\nDown to Riker's Island donde\nThis is what I see every day, oh yeah\nThis is what I see every day\nThis is what I see every day\n\nLife in a jailhouse, life so rough\nLife in a jailhouse so tough\nSo rough","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.82] Featuring Junior Reid\n[00:01.81] [Wise Intelligent]\n[00:02.79] Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook!\n[00:03.91] Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid\n[00:06.83] Ha ha\n[00:07.87] What!\n[00:10.05] Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter\n[00:12.72] [Junior Reid]\n[00:13.72] Thinking why\n[00:15.28] Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why (x6)\n[00:24.29] It was a dreadful day yeah\n[00:26.90] Babylon take me away why\n[00:29.73] Down to Riker's Island donde\n[00:32.36] This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n[00:35.06] Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n[00:37.99] Cause I not sure to get no more\n[00:41.12] No no more\n[00:43.98] No no more\n[00:47.68] [Wise Intelligent]\n[00:47.96] Witness the days and be real\n[00:50.03] The days of boys and rappers\n[00:50.93] Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers\n[00:53.94] The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya\n[00:57.07] The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers\n[01:00.05] Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\n[01:03.09] I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid\n[01:06.08] You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way\n[01:08.93] You're guaranteed to murder something today\n[01:11.86] From Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\n[01:15.00] You're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n[01:18.07] But now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\n[01:21.18] Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n[01:24.31] [Junior Reid]\n[01:25.57] Take me from my wonderful home, oh\n[01:26.80] Carry me to here in Rome, no\n[01:29.85] Someone's smart will use one comb\n[01:32.24] Mine'll make a knife\n[01:33.85] About to get 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tweleve brothers connected by the ankles\n  By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled\n  Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer\n  Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying\n  You can receive any drugs that you want to try and\n  The only difference between the streets and prison living\n  Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n  And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\n  I've been here two years, one week and I want out\n  When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts\n  I fail to see a correctional facility\n\n  [Junior Reid]\n\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Eradication take me away\n  Take me to a penitentiary\n  This is what I see every day, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  Cause me not sure to get no more\n  No no more why-oy\n  No no more yeah\n  Ten men smoke once leave dayy\n  Don't mean we on stage eight\n  Look me eye no red\n  Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead\n  Poor 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What!?\nCome down Mr. Junior Reid and talk\nDing ding woy, stiggidy woy\nMan a ding ding woy, start it and ding ding woy\nMan a ding ding woy, start it and ding ding woy\nMan a ding ding woy\n\nIt was a dreadful day, yeah\nBabylon take me away, woy\nDown at Rikers Island down dey\nThis is what I see everyday, oh yeah\nUse razor cutters to cut matches in four\n'Cause I don't show to care no more\nNo no more, woy woy\nNo no more, yeah\n\nWitness the days of B-Real, the birth of poison rappers\n\nSoul snatchers, gun clappers, and blood sucking crackers\nThe body catchers, who keep their weapons pointed at ya\nThe life subtractors, the poison animal eating slackers\nNobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\nI beg you heed, this ting me talk with Junior Reid\nYou load your clip, you cock the shit, get on your way\nYou guaranteed to murder something today\nFrom Rikers Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\nYou touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n\nBut now you bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\nProceed to sticking, or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\nTake me from my wonderful home, home\nCarry me down eerie road, road\nSo much man a use one comb\nMan a need a knife\n'Bout to catch fleas and lice\nThe knife, yeah\n\nThe men who smoke and bruise, bruise\nAlways have a big spot to use\n\nNeed a knife, the man, woy woy\nA pure sufferation, woy woy\nBrutalization, woy woy\nNuff tribulation, woy woy, woy\n\nTrue, that day they took me away, they had me bound in shackles\n\nLocked down 12 brothers connected by the ankles\nBy chains we dangle, the prison board, the star spangled\nBanner for glamour, mad motherfucker slammer\nJust like the streets there's niggas in here wilding out and dying\nYou can receive any drugs that you want to try and\nThe only difference between the streets and prison living\nAre homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n\nAnd I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\nI've been here two years, one week, and I want out\nWhen will it cease? 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What!?\n  Come down Mr. Junior Reid and talk\n  Ding ding woy, stiggidy woy\n  Man a ding ding woy, start it and ding ding woy\n  Man a ding ding woy, start it and ding ding woy\n  Man a ding ding woy\n\n  It was a dreadful day, yeah\n  Babylon take me away, woy\n  Down at Rikers Island down dey\n  This is what I see everyday, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  'Cause I don't show to care no more\n  No no more, woy woy\n  No no more, yeah\n\n  Witness the days of B-Real, the birth of poison rappers\n\n  Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and blood sucking crackers\n  The body catchers, who keep their weapons pointed at ya\n  The life subtractors, the poison animal eating slackers\n  Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed\n  I beg you heed, this ting me talk with Junior Reid\n  You load your clip, you cock the shit, get on your way\n  You guaranteed to murder something today\n  From Rikers Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin\n  You touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting\n\n  But now you bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and\n  Proceed to sticking, or kiss your stupid ass good riddance\n\n  Take me from my wonderful home, home\n  Carry me down eerie road, road\n  So much man a use one comb\n  Man a need a knife\n  'Bout to catch fleas and lice\n  The knife, yeah\n\n  The men who smoke and bruise, bruise\n  Always have a big spot to use\n\n  Need a knife, the man, woy woy\n  A pure sufferation, woy woy\n  Brutalization, woy woy\n  Nuff tribulation, woy woy, woy\n\n  True, that day they took me away, they had me bound in shackles\n\n  Locked down 12 brothers connected by the ankles\n  By chains we dangle, the prison board, the star spangled\n  Banner for glamour, mad motherfucker slammer\n  Just like the streets there's niggas in here wilding out and dying\n  You can receive any drugs that you want to try and\n  The only difference between the streets and prison living\n  Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women\n\n  And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route\n  I've been here two years, one week, and I want out\n  When will it cease? This way of death ain't fit for beast\n  I fail to see a correctional facility\n\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Eradication take me away, woy\n  Take I down at penitentiary\n  This is what I see everyday, oh yeah\n  Use razor cutters to cut matches in four\n  'Cause I don't show to care no more\n  No no more, woy woy\n\n  No no more, yeah yeah\n  Ten men smoke one spliff day\n\n  Down inna Hans Bay jail, woy\n  Love the iron rail, like wild monkey with a tail, well\n  More righteous teacher, a Junior Reid seh speak\n  We wanna see the sun rise in the land of the rising sun, woy\n\n  Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee\n  Sai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-oh\n  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\n  Nai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-oh-oy\n  Ee-ya-ya-oh-oy-oy\n  Ee-ya-ya-oh-oy-oy\n  It was a dreadful day\n  Babylon take me away, woy\n  Down at Rikers Island down dey\n  This is what I see everyday, oh yeah\n\n  This is what I see everyday\n  This is what I see everyday\n  Life inna jailhouse, that's so rough\n  Life inna jailhouse, so tough, so rough\n"}]